Pre City noise drowned by my ears. Rays of sunlight passed through leaves. As cool breeze blew my hair, I realize, I really wasn't there.
Peri Inoculation started with titanium tips; I looked elsewhere and thought real deep. Anesthesia sunk down in my cheeks. My face feel numb with swollen lips.
I think my mind wandered far enough, Little me saying "Hey, I'm tough." But my tongue tasted blood and rust. But hey, I still do give my trust.
Post* Continuously, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." While bringing it back, after taking the ivory. The familiar scent of isopropyl filled the air. He gave me a specimen of the ivory that I once took care.
My mind wandered off in the middle of my surgery. ouch