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Most doctor’s visits are all the same. Strange, bubbly women dressed like a middle-class version of Rosie O’Donald always trying to poke you with this and jab you with that. The whole time managing to keep there faces contorted into this perky little smile. Not once do you see them frown. It’s seemingly impossible for them to do so seeing as they are enjoying every last they have to examine each body. It’s almost as if you;re a character in a Stephen King novel, just waiting for some sprightly, peculiar nurse to come tie you down and bust out the chainsaw. The reality of it all is: you’re going to turn out just fine. You go in, get told to eat your vegetables and the next thing you know, you’re waltzing out the door like the whole thing never happened. This time was supposed to be like every other time. Things were supposed to run smoothly so we could just get on with our lives. In walks the nurse. The look on her face gives it all away. Not even the slightest, little smirk was on her face. She looked as if all of her emotions had got left at home by accident. The doctor come in looking somber as usual. The news was released: They had found something. The kind of something that was just festering inside ones body gnawing away at anything and everything that it comes in contact with. In other words, it was cancer, a malignant, new growth anywhere on the body that spreads and kills. It was spreading fast. What to do, what to do. I thought of ridding it myself. But, how? Maybe if I threatened it, it would run away and cower like a dog. Or maybe with a single wiggle of my nose it would poof! Disappear. Maybe if I took her with me to Japan, we could float on a hand-made wooden boat with an old Buddhist monk that would chant Limericks and utter strange nonsense that would just cast it out of her into the majestic waters below.
The whole time I sat there contemplating, the doctors and nurses were revealing their plans for slicing and dicing her open. As if cutting it out were the only option. One of my plans has to work. I swear, I just have make it happen.
“Breathe Easy” reads the sign across the river,
Where ironically begs a wheezing man.
Desperately pleading with every shiver
To fill his somewhat empty can.
Crowds pass him by without even a glance
Every face plastered with the same blank stare.
He lets out a whistle and even a dance
But their high-class minds were taught not to care.
He thought to himself, ” Now they shall all see
The world surrounding them with open eyes”
Dancing and wheezing he summoned the sea,
Unaware of his closeness to his strange demise.
Aberrantly, the waves crashed all around him
Yet the man continued his toilsome jig
The people continued on still tilting their brims
As if the man were as daunting as a dead pig.
Abruptly the beggar was swept from his feet
By a creature from the ocean below
He was torn to pieces in this great defeat
certainly the sea’s most recent hallow.
Luckily, the man never had to see that they were all still blind
As his very last breath was robbed by a whale oh so kind.
Twiddling my chubby thumbs
My mind tickling
The blank paper gradually pulling me in
I pick up the pen
Tapping it profusely
The hardwood table echoes.
Not sure of how wasteful I should be
At this moment in time
Wasteful of the paper
Wasteful of the ink
Wasteful of my emotions
Not sure how the pen would feel about it
Would it want to be used to portray you?
Would the paper want to be violated by the essence of you?
I think not.
The pen and the paper
I cannot have them detest me
Not a single drop of ink
Will be lain on that
Piece of paper.
Not for you that is.