the op

dusk arising

 

from
a breathing slab of meat
where tubes and wires host
as gas subdues a conscious mind
to beneath the torture of today
whence superhumans, opera clad
tear learnedly of my flesh

to
post op hell of veinous fluid
coursing through every channel
now nausea owns the day
and searing pain dances it's yo-yo
of scheduled nursing's kindness dose
somewhere a pathetic whimper sounds

come on tomorrow!

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2018 04:19
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    Best wishes there. Hope it's not like the pic. They look like they're preparing a Frankenstein's monster!

    • dusk arising

      You're right, you've discovered my real identity. By the way, loved your cats video, it led me onto hours of similar youtube fun.

    • Goldfinch60

      May all your tomorrows be full of relief, joy and love.

      • dusk arising

        You're a very kind man. Thank you.

      • Michael Edwards

        Currently waiting for a hernia repair 0 only diagnosed a few days ago and seeing the Consultant on Saturday so this is very apt and a fine write too.

        • dusk arising

          I hope that all goes well for you and a speedy recovery. Thank you ME

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks dusk

          • Christina8

            Hope you feel better soon, dusk!

            • dusk arising

              Thank you Christina, I'm feeling better by the day.

            • Neville

              I could never be a surgeon, but then, I could never have been a fireman either... I was not tall enough to be the latter, when height mattered, or so it was said.... now then where was I.. oh' yes... you aint gonna forget that in a hetty are ya..... N



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