I'm not nervous, like I expected I would be
Entering the waiting room with my squeaking feet
Sitting across from the blonde lady with the Gucci shoes, she looks nervous and has a fearful mood
I silently wait for my name to be called
In no time at all the Dr bellows
I lay on the chair-bed whatever it is
Mentally trying to prepare myself for this
They ask if I'm ok and I confirm that I am
Deep breaths in, I notice muffled speech in the air
My little theatre cap cupping my ears
So that I can barely hear
I've accepted whatever will be will be
It's out of my hands and lights are all that I see
Gazing down at me flashing and blurry
15 + 16 seconds never too early
The suction was uncomfortable
But not unbearable
The cutting was detailed skilled and raw
The laser itself was painless and flawless
All in all, 6 men that day done a really great job
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Author:
Sayjáy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A real memory of 2 days ago. Incredible experience.
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Comments2
I will probably faint if you say what happened in those 15 or 16 seconds! I'm guessing.....
Haha! I guess you will never know 😉
sounds scary.
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