A poem in which the narrator is awake during surgery.
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Fluorescent lights
Above
my eyes
And
The smell of
A
hospital.
Cool air
And
Curettes
hit
the
lining
Of my
Lungs.
Tissue
Pulsing
Twitching
Moving
at
Each
Little
prick,
Prod,
slice.
The lights
wrap
my skin
Around
My
Eyes
as I
watch
The
silhouettes
Of
Surgeons
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Poetryshit attempt at poetry inspired by Mitski and my friend Jamie
