The Secret Surgeon’s Lullaby

Our mouths are caves with secrets, Teeth and bones that we forget.Until the ache, the need, the urgency,When we must seek the surgeon’s hands. I remember the office park,Wind whistling through the parking lot.The low hum of machinery,The little room where I lay down. The surgeon gave me laughing gasAnd with it came a lullaby.A song of beeps and heart monitorsThat lulled me into slumber deep. When I woke, the team still worked,Their hurried motions spoke of time.And so they […]

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