Surgery

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Surgery

Inflamed, tied down

 Rough stitches slice

Can’t stop the pain

With pills or ice

Fluorescent bulbs

Won’t let me flee

From mirrors proving this

Catastrophe

A gruesome smile

Teeth all clamped tight

Try not to speak

With all of my might

Still, swollen lips fumble for

Lisped, garbled, broken

Words not formed or

Truly spoken

Gagged through pity

Condemned by jury

I quietly recover

From painful surgery

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