Dr. Dr.

The Dr. looked so nice and normal
with glasses and floppy hair.
I thought yeah,
yeah, this is the one.
Brown eyes oozed trust
I felt so safe under the blazing
lights of the exam room
I thought yeah, yeah, this is
the place, yeah,
yeah this is the time.
I picked up the scalpel
and I dragged through
the flesh and muscle
till he could get a good look
at all the parts, my insides
he looked for a moment
then he said “This is a mess”
and walked through the door
later while the nurses
were stitching me back together
they said not to cry
cause it happens once a month.

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