She plunged it in, alright
A tight twist to a tiny hand,
With no solemn apology...
Such harsh and hard steel-
Such hard and harsh cuts-
To such soft flesh,
Now marred by red ruts
She never whimpered,
She never groaned,
She never smiled,
She never moaned.
She stood in one place,
As she let the blade slide,
And felt not a thing
As the knife slid inside
She remained like a statue-
So still like the steel,
Examining the accurate
Lines she had made.
And in one brief moment
She stole a glance from her place
To check the oxygen mask
Secured to my face
First, sorry if the beginning triggered anyone. I wanted this to be a little misleading. This is the first installment of the experiences I had exiting the military. I had some severe spinal surgeries, ultimately leading to my medical discharge. Please read the poems to follow this one.