Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

A lot of people would think I have a dream job, but nightmares are dreams too.

Sometimes she tells me what she is doing, sometimes she forgets.

In my new world, I am dependent on complete strangers: they wash me, they change me, and they feed me through a tube in my stomach. They collect my piss in a bag and they wipe my shitty arse. They do all these things to look after me, but I’m still cold, hungry, thirsty, and scared.

Unless it’s a doctor