NaPoWriMo, Day 12
Some-Senses Poem
The surgery is dimly-lit
Its cool twilight scares me to stiffness
Green paint peeling right around the windows
Right from the ceiling
Or so it seems to me,
projection of me
peeling an ugly nightdress off my body
peeling my feet bare of so-so slippers
my last protection in the dim coldness of the room.
The surgery is dimly-lit
Its windows miserably covered
By half-blind blinds – broken, twisted, unreliable
Can I actually see the block of flat across the street?
Is there someone, eyes squinting, binoculars in hand
To watch the dimly-muted show?
Or so I think
because of my
stiff nakedness
the lack of human eyes inside the room
the cold ring on the silver tray.
The surgery is dimly-lit
Its coldness makes me stiff
© 2012 Mariya Koleva
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This is kind of chilling. It is such vulnerable feeling when one is prepared for surgery.
Mary – it is! And surgeries in state hospitals here, as well-equipped as they are, and as high professional as the doctors there are, are nothing like the ones we see on TV. This above is an exact description, as far as senses go. brrr!
Thanks for reading!