You sat

Nails proffered,

Proffering offensive comments

About people

Who had waited for hours

In pain,

Scared,

Waiting to see you,

Or your colleagues.

 

You sat,

Nails proferred

With your back to me

And I heard you tell

The manucurist

Things nobody needs to know

About people you were supposed to help

Without judgement.

Your cruel comments

Curdled my blood because…

 

As you sat,

Nails proferred,

And turned to look at me,

I recognised you from a time

When I sat for hours

In pain

Scared,

Waiting to see you

Or your colleagues

To help me.

 

As you sat,

Nails proferred,

I remembered your

Disdain,

Inexistant empathy

And total disregard for

My pain

My terror.

Late at night

In the emergency ward

Of the hospital.

  

I hope you chipped your nail polish on the way out.