Death Row

I lay back in my small cell, it is warm and I feel comfortable. I am being forced fed through a tube, not because I do not want to eat but because it is done this way.  I am able to hear voices outside of my cell, sometimes music, and it pleases me. I have done nothing wrong, in fact I was sentenced to death in absentia.  I never had a voice to speak for my innocence, I cannot speak for my life, it is impossible for me to utter a word. Some say that killing me is wrong, that ending my life is not the answer.  They know that I am innocent, they say I have a right to exist.  Others, the ones with the law on their side and who decide my fate say it is their right to put me to death because I am not a person, I have no rights. So I wait for my execution date, I can do nothing else. The day comes. I hear voices outside my cell, nice pleasant voices. The last words I will ever hear: "Ms., the doctor will see you now."