"Flowers in Darkness"
I am in darkness.
The world around me is silent,
still like time is non-existent.
It’s cold where I am.
I feel the icy touch of the table against my bare back.
It stings slightly, but I cannot complain.
They gave me this blanket, so really I cannot complain.
Even though it barely covers me from the cold.
This whole place is cold.
I feel them close by, but I cannot hear them.
I cannot see them.
They shielded my vision with something,
It is dark, just like the room…
Perhaps a veil? A mask?
They are usually quiet, but I know when they are there.
I feel their eyes on me.
They look me up and down
in the places I never show openly.
Ah yes, I think…
I think they are viewing my chest.
It’s the only spot the blanket does not cover.
Even though it feels like it isn’t covering anything.
To say it isn’t uncomfortable would be a lie.
But they wouldn’t know how it feels,
They are above me in more ways than one.
Something cold grazes my chest, and I draw in a breath.
Something else presses down on my shoulder.
It’s cold and feels like latex, perhaps a hand?
A hand on my shoulder.
It’s firm, stiff, and unmoving.
I can feel it. It’s them.
They’re telling me to sit still.
Sit still as something sharp continues to slide down my chest.
I would love to see them try this out.
I know they are close, a bit too close.
I can hear them breathing in my ear.
One hand keeps me from wincing,
And the other cuts my chest.
If it were any other circumstance,
I would be screaming my head off right now,
I’d curse them out for grabbing me in such a way.
But alas, I can’t.
The darkness seems to have taken away my voice as well.
The more I feel their eyes boring into my soul,
The more I feel something tightening in my chest and throat.
They could be flowers.
At least, I’d like to see it that way.
Flowers growing in my chest, in my throat.
They pour out of my mouth and wrap around me like vines.
They grow wherever they touch, and prod, and “observe.”
It feels like the flowers are everywhere at this point.
But I can’t speak, and I can’t see.
I have no power here,
I am in darkness
The world around me is silent,
still like time is non-existent.
It’s cold where I am.
I feel the icy touch of the table against my bare back.
It stings slightly, but I cannot complain.
They gave me this blanket, so really I cannot complain.
Even though it barely covers me from the cold.
This whole place is cold.
I feel them close by, but I cannot hear them.
I cannot see them.
They shielded my vision with something,
It is dark, just like the room…
Perhaps a veil? A mask?
They are usually quiet, but I know when they are there.
I feel their eyes on me.
They look me up and down
in the places I never show openly.
Ah yes, I think…
I think they are viewing my chest.
It’s the only spot the blanket does not cover.
Even though it feels like it isn’t covering anything.
To say it isn’t uncomfortable would be a lie.
But they wouldn’t know how it feels,
They are above me in more ways than one.
Something cold grazes my chest, and I draw in a breath.
Something else presses down on my shoulder.
It’s cold and feels like latex, perhaps a hand?
A hand on my shoulder.
It’s firm, stiff, and unmoving.
I can feel it. It’s them.
They’re telling me to sit still.
Sit still as something sharp continues to slide down my chest.
I would love to see them try this out.
I know they are close, a bit too close.
I can hear them breathing in my ear.
One hand keeps me from wincing,
And the other cuts my chest.
If it were any other circumstance,
I would be screaming my head off right now,
I’d curse them out for grabbing me in such a way.
But alas, I can’t.
The darkness seems to have taken away my voice as well.
The more I feel their eyes boring into my soul,
The more I feel something tightening in my chest and throat.
They could be flowers.
At least, I’d like to see it that way.
Flowers growing in my chest, in my throat.
They pour out of my mouth and wrap around me like vines.
They grow wherever they touch, and prod, and “observe.”
It feels like the flowers are everywhere at this point.
But I can’t speak, and I can’t see.
I have no power here,
I am in darkness