“Alone in the MRI,” by Michael J. Kolb
Aug 20th, 2025 | By Defenestration
Bang. Then buzz. Then clang. Then doom.
A marching band in a tin cocoon.
The table slides. My breath retreats.
My muscles lock. My heart skips beats.
Don’t move, they said. I swore, I won’t,
which means, of course—I might. I don’t.