I saw you across the crowded room
You seemed 'lit from within' amidst the gloom
I couldn't see your mouth, only your eyes
Which blazed bright blue, as blue as the skies
You mended my heart, which had broken
I was put to sleep, but now I've woken
In order to see the man who repaired me
But nothing could have quite prepared me
For the jolt of love that I would feel
I know I've not yet seen your face, but still
You're heading towards me and my heart begins to pound
And as you get closer I realise I've found
Not only the surgeon who would perform the feat
Of removing my heart's extra beat
But the man who now gives me a reason to live
Whose hand I want to hold, lips I want to give
Kisses to thank you for all that you've done
You gaze down on me now that the surgery is done
And remove your mask, and smile and say
Your heart surgery was successful, Miss Cave
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Karen Cave
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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I like the extended metaphor of the surgeon here Karen, and the rhyme gives this a nice flow😊 “ Which blazed bright blue, as blue as the skies” is a lovely line, full of imagery.
Good one! I love the ending of your piece. I have just subscribed as well as I enjoyed your horror tale so much about the peep hole.