2010 16 May


Author: Shawn Categories: Poetry Park, Soul Safari

My body, so weak
Weak like an old frail woman
Can’t fill out the paper work
Lines on the page move, like plasma
Across the page
I can’t focus, can barely stay conscious

Time to see the nurse
“Sit here, she’ll be right with you”
Words echo as sounds through water
The room is running in circles
As fast as it can
My sweat-dipped skin looks transparent
Where’s the nurse?
Blackness and whiteness envelop me
I float off the chair

Voices above me, nervous, anxious
My eyes won’t open
Carpet under my dulled fingertips
Am I laying down?
“I can’t find a pulse, her pressure is under 50”
Am I dying?
Where’s my friend, my stuff,
Who are these people?

Blurred images dance into my eyes
They put me into an ambulance
They are smiling, as I will not die
To the trauma unit I go
And I keep passing out
It’s a really bad trip and they keep running tests
Big Bertha nurse gives me a catheter
I pass out again

Down for X-rays – at least it’s quiet
Miasma controls my mind
They find a growth
Where my fertility should be
Never the same now
My mind breaks and the pieces scatter
I sweat and shake
And disappear

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