It's not that the surgery was painful
But I begin to fear
That they took out the wrong things
For my head feels empty.
There's burning, Doctor
(I am afraid to look in the mirror)
The pills don't help.
I can't close my eyes
I cannot sleep or relax
My face is frozen in this terrible grimace.
I'm afraid to look in the mirror.
I can't find my hairbrush.
My skin feels waxy, hard
Was my head this big before?
Don't make me look in the mirror
Don't-- Aaaaah! Doctor, Doctor
you've replaced my head with a pumpkin!
For Read Write Poem's October mini-challenge.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Head
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5 comments:
I was getting so worried for you! LOL. Shaking my head, laughing.
I was also wondering what sort of deviltry was going on...
Then I had a good chuckle at the end. Well done!
Reminds me of a Twilight Zone.
Oh yes, The Great Pumpkin head emerges for the merry month of.. October now. Nice build-up to the end!
Oh yes, The Great Pumpkin head emerges for the merry month of.. October now. Nice build-up to the end!
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