is working, i can't feel
the scalpel
digging deep into my flesh,
but can hear
it.
the scrapping.
like a shovel
against the walls
of a coal mine.
i look into the doctor's
eyes
as she bends
over
with her tools.
she's lost in her work.
not happy
or sad, just busy,
getting on with it.
the nurse dabbing
at the blood,
seems scared though.
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