I wish my life could be lived under anesthetic.
Doctors operate on me day by day.
Wake up to find interesting stitches,
new kidneys,
foreign lungs.
My home would be the operating table;
always a group surrounding me.
Never alone.
Taking notes,
readying scalpels.
Never knowing what comes after seven,
as I count down from ten.
Wake up with a new body,
as a new person.
Day by day.
Posted by jane_doe on 2007-12-26 23:23:21 | Rating: | Views: 71