I went to the city to get better…
They let me lie down in that cold table.
Separated my from my mother
They made me sleep.
I slept… it was a dreamless sleep.
I let them open me
My heart is in their hands
Gasp of air!
I needed air.
Something just exploded
Like an angry volcano,
Lava all over the place
Panic in their faces I see.
In the table I can see me…
Rivers of red overflowing…
It was so red… the deepest red I’ve ever seen
I tried to swim in my river, it was warm.
Warm as my mother’s touch.
Warmness that I wanted to last forever.
“Going down… flat line” they say
The scene is incomprehensible
My mind is spinning.
Suddenly everything turned white
I can no longer breath…
Then a spark of electricity ran trough me
I jolted.
But it was not enough
The river ceased flowing.
He held his hand. He pumped my heart.
Life is leaving me.
I can hear someone said: fixed dilated!
I am cold.
The table is colder.
Everything is cold.
Under that big light they sewn me up.
The work was perfect.
I slept well.
“I went to the city to get better”.
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