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Tumours
I'm laying on the operating table
The lights almost blinding me
As I wait for the anaesthetic to kick in
Waiting for the bliss of sleep
I realise...
There was no anaesthetic
I begin to panic but my body stays still
As if I'm chained up to the table
As if my brain is denying control
I feel each cut the surgeon makes
I feel a warm liquid dripping down my...
Wednesday 28th August 2024 3:06 pm
Starry nights
Here I am floating in the starry night
Filling my head with thoughts of delight
Flying through the atmosphere
In fear.
That I might go too far and reach the expanding abyss
Here I am floating in the starry night
Drifting aimlessly through the black void
Without a tether... without a voice
In fear
That I might drift back into earth's orbit and plummit to the core
...Tuesday 27th August 2024 4:22 pm
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