Love doctor

by The Po whet   Feb 5, 2012


Sedated.

anaesthetic gas passing
through the nostrils
into the body
numbing the feelings.

serenity
a beautiful feeling.

...operation table...

a chest cut open.

a surgeon examines the heart,
wonders
"how did he survive this long tribulation? "
then sighs
"hope I'll give you a new start after this"
whispers to self.

nurse?
"yes"(she nodes )
"scalpels please, we've got a life to save"

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  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    Beautifully written. Your wording was good and brilliant.