Halloween Maelstrom

It's Halloween night.
Don't leave me here with Miss Piggy.
The nurse had a funny nose.
As I watched her face transform.

In red, on the back of the chair
the word isolation.

A waving clock above my head
but there is no breeze.
Draped, like Dali's clock.
Hold on!

In red, on the back of the chair
the word rejection.

Again they come to take me for an X-ray
The machine will kill me, but I can do nothing.
It has already happened.

In red, on the back of the chair
the word resuscitation.

 Swirling waters pull violently
 I am a rubber band, wrapped around a pole
 at the center of the rushing vortex.
 Hold on!

In red, on the back of the chair
the word regeneration.

The face asks,  can you hear me?
I blink my eyes.
I think he is signaling with his eyes,
in Morse code.

 In red, on the back of the chair
the word rejuvenation.

Two points of light appear,
as if the darkness is the inside of a mask,
I  peer out of the eye-holes into the room.
How did you figure it out?

In red, on the back of the chair 
the word resurrection.