Dani Baxter

Rookie - 25 Points (10-13-1991)

A 'Plastic Surgery' Tale - Poem by Dani Baxter

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She lies down the lights above her are hot and bright,
She's scared to death that she might die,
But the bigger they are, the better he said,
So they put the mask on her and she closed her eyes,

But what she felt next was a complete surprise,
But she couldn't move her hands or open her eyes,
She felt each cut and wanted to cry,
But she couldn't because her tear ducts went dry,

She couldn't tell anyone about the pain,
After that day she ran away,
She died six months later trying to tell me about it,
Truth is her left implant was infected,

But she swore to me sitting right in that chair,
She wouldn't go back in, not for fresh air,
She'd been locked up in a loony bin,
Where they let all the crazy people in,

But she never got out, She's still there to this day,
And she wants you to come in and sit down and stay,
I sit in that dark damp cell and feel her soul,
Still wondering restless, to leave nevermore


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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