Not everyone has your best interest at heart. Some people will treat you like an emotional science experiment, and if you’ve become emotionally involved with such a person, I feel for you. It sucks.
Opened
I’ve been split with a rib spreader
in my sleep
awakened to agony
My chest won’t close again
anguished nipples face the wall
a red fist pounds dry air
Tears ripped from my eyes
can’t wail back the rift
and seal the wound
Muscles spasm in vain
against the stainless grip
pinned to a shiny table
Helpless fingers clutch
themselves back until bruised
fingernails peel back the skin
Where is the surgeon?
where is the nurse in scrubs?
who will remove this awful grip?
