Surgery
Feel the liquid surge in the IV
A cool, damp frost encompassing veins
One hundred
Ninety-nine
Ninety-eight
Ninety-twelve
Give way to the grogginess
Feel the curtain shutter down
In a movement of black
Wiping absent the memories
Hours rush in a second
Eyes flutter, fingers twitch
The end is starting
The pain streams the mind
The incisions swell in injury
Powerless to the agony
Racing thoughts and echoing screams
Feel the liquid surge in the IV
A cool, damp frost encompassing veins
Painless for a nausea flooded body
Nothing ceases the throbbing vomit