Surgery
Surgery
I lay on the operation table,
Chest naked of the white sheet.
I look to the doctor.
Our eyes meet,
An eternity in an instant.
I see that he is not reaching
For his tools,
Instead brushes my cheek with his hand.
Tenderly, hand unwavering,
I reach to the cart and lift a scalpel.
Pressing it into his hand,
I close his fingers around the handle.
He doesn’t move.
The silence explodes in the room.
I reach to his hand now,
And guide it slowly to my chest.
The cold point touches my left breast.
I must urge him with my eyes,
And then he presses into my skin.
Carefully, he moves deeper.
Crimson trickles down my side.
He is almost done with his blade.
Setting the scalpel down, he looks at me again,
A glisten in the corner of his eye.
Using both hands now, he slips into
The slot that he has created,
And retrieves his goal.
He holds it up, unsure what to do.
It is still beating.
I whisper to him that it is ok,
I do not mind. I don’t feel the pain.
I lay on the operation table,
Chest naked of the white sheet.
I look to the doctor.
Our eyes meet,
An eternity in an instant.
I see that he is not reaching
For his tools,
Instead brushes my cheek with his hand.
Tenderly, hand unwavering,
I reach to the cart and lift a scalpel.
Pressing it into his hand,
I close his fingers around the handle.
He doesn’t move.
The silence explodes in the room.
I reach to his hand now,
And guide it slowly to my chest.
The cold point touches my left breast.
I must urge him with my eyes,
And then he presses into my skin.
Carefully, he moves deeper.
Crimson trickles down my side.
He is almost done with his blade.
Setting the scalpel down, he looks at me again,
A glisten in the corner of his eye.
Using both hands now, he slips into
The slot that he has created,
And retrieves his goal.
He holds it up, unsure what to do.
It is still beating.
I whisper to him that it is ok,
I do not mind. I don’t feel the pain.