Bright, hazy, patches of light swim in and out of her line of sight
Distorted images and sounds arouse the panic in her stomach
She is unable to move
The events take on a dreamlike quality
Slowly it turns into reality
Panic is easily tangible
A metallic taste
The voices become louder
Figures more recognizable
Names, however, forgotten in the deep abyss of her mind
Frustration mixes with the panic
The absence of knowing what is happening
The sudden change of tempo in time
Fast and slow
Aware of a dull pain in her head
On her arm
In her legs
Throughout her body
Throbbing all over it increases
Slowly, but surely
Then it clicks.
The pain is indescribable
Quick intakes of air make the room spin
Something warm and wet leaks out the corners of her eyes
Slipping into her hair
The dreamlike quality is coming back
The fuzzy images and sounds return
Coherency is lost somewhere between the third bright light and a door that pounds open…
She wakens to a dark room
A low beeping sound
And the scent of sterility
No one in sight
Panic rises again
Only to be quickly quieted
The monitor goes back to its original pace
Gingerly, she moves
Careful not to disrupt anything
Careful not to feel pain
Sitting up, the dim light does show something
Wires and tubes
Needles and blood
The few hours she could not remember return in a flash
With dread she lies back down
The cries she wants to scream out locked in the chest that is already in jeopardy
Threatening to burst
Her heart pounds and faster
Her air passage becomes more and more restricted
The monitor is off and away
Lights flick on
The brightness stings and she shuts her eyes
She is calmed and lied back down
A cooling feeling comes over
She looks over in time to see the needle pull out of the IV
She looks up in time to reprimand a tear
Before everything
Goes
Blissfully
Black
And she is in the dark once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem