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Inking Out

©May 9th 2021, Olan L. Smith

The other day I drove off road in my

Metaphorical car, in my

Imaginary mind's eye, 

it was a Tesla. I crashed into a

Metaphorical tree. 

I had a

Metaphorical concussion, and was transported by an

Allegorical ambulance to a

Make-believe ER, with

Invisible EMTs

Attending to my wounds. At the emergency room, the

Virtual doctors and nurses 

Ran around hectically, attending other

Organic patients, and they missed my

Metaphorical injuries, and I almost

Metaphorically died 

as

Ink gushed from my veins onto my

Metaphorical gurney,

But someone in

Gladiator mode

Saw my case, and applied pressure to my wound to keep me from

Inking out. Luckily, the ink remained vital to my metaphorical body,

And I didn't hemorrhage; thank the stars.

Figuratively,

I was discharged, I paid my bill with

Monopoly money, and I was released to return to my

Made-up studio, and told I shouldn't operate 

Metaphorical vehicles with

Metaphorical epilepsy,

and I witnessed them note on my chart for EMTs to check my

Metaphorical medical alert bracelet on my

Fake wrist.

Suddenly, I awoke on my

Symbolic bed with a

Metaphorical erection, 

in my

Glass apartment, 

nude.