Collapse (The Stress Poem)

You know those medical dramas on TV
When they cut to those scenes in the ER
And the patient is lying there trying
And the doctor needs to pull herself together
Because in a second she has to
A syringe into the patient’s chest to inflate her lung

Well I feel like I’m caught in that scene now
The hectic frantic panic of the ER
The blood on my hands and the screaming in my ears
And the pain that I imagine in my intestines
(It’s somehow there)
I am at once
The hesitant doctor and
The suffocating patient and
The collapsed lung and
Every single tensed-up muscle in the room forced into immobility

I am all those and nothing at all.

I’m just sitting here,
Writing about a stab that will never come to save me.


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