Ask me what happened
when the anesthesia hit, my lungs
were stopped, my heart was
silenced, and I will tell you nothing.
silenced, and I will tell you nothing.
No tunnels or bright lights;
nothing to remember.
No outstretched arms or
family members long gone;
just my imagination,
a sketch of my body
stretched across a table. Of bright lights;
drips, hisses, bleeps; and steady, gloved hands.
Yes, that's right:
No, I wasn't there.
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