The bleeding of my heart.
The pain held close inside.
My worry seems to uproot.
It tells me secrets I can't bare to keep, stories I want to share.
I share.
I share.
I share.
I'm still alone, my bleeding heart still tells me things, sad sad things... Too sad to share, but I try. Again, again, again.
Alone I sit. In my room with all of my secrets unfolded... The laughing crowd around me...
My head held low and legs dangling off the bed.
You sit at my feet, your warm hand tucked. Tucked neatly underneath your head. Which lay firmly on my lap. Your face soaked with tears, mine to match. Where did you come from? I don't know.
You look up to me and ask... "can I tell you a secret...?"
I listen as your secrets unfold... Unfold all over my room, mixing with mine. We share it all. Tears. Laughter. Anger. We become one.... A finished puzzle.
We laugh at the laughing crowd. Our secrets folded neatly in a corner for only us to see.
Ours. Ours. Ours.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Chapter 5.... Tooth extraction
She's browsing the net. Looking up videos on her next step.
How-to, self help almost.
It's time.
She goes to her bedroom... Grabs the novacane syringes...
And proceeds to the bathroom.
She walks over to him. Smiles. Covers his eyes. She sticks two small plastic plates on either
Side of his mouth to prevent him biting down.
Then she grabs her first syringe and JABS it between the gum and tooth. he lets out a startled scream. then...she takes a second and numbs the area inches away from the first...to ensure the extraction is quick and painless. mostly...
Pliers.
Gauze.
Sorrow.
Regret.
Worry.
Begin.
she takes a breath and grabs his bottom jaw... pliers to number 6 canine. She pulls, as hard as possible for a hundred and fifteen pound woman.
The tooth comes out easy. Not a single slip of the wrist. She moves left a tooth...looks at her book and sees that its the #5 Premolar.
"okay lover...its going to start getting a little crazy...AND fast. Im going to start moving towards the back... you're going to feel a LITTLE more pressure with each tooth okay? Great!"
#4 Premolar
#3 Molar
#2 Molar
Now number one molar showed to be a little more tricky for Rosemary.
Taking a small hammer and ice pick.
CRACK!!!
She pulls out ONE piece, and then the other...
Side one of two complete.... She thinks to herself.
................................
How-to, self help almost.
It's time.
She goes to her bedroom... Grabs the novacane syringes...
And proceeds to the bathroom.
She walks over to him. Smiles. Covers his eyes. She sticks two small plastic plates on either
Side of his mouth to prevent him biting down.
Then she grabs her first syringe and JABS it between the gum and tooth. he lets out a startled scream. then...she takes a second and numbs the area inches away from the first...to ensure the extraction is quick and painless. mostly...
Pliers.
Gauze.
Sorrow.
Regret.
Worry.
Begin.
she takes a breath and grabs his bottom jaw... pliers to number 6 canine. She pulls, as hard as possible for a hundred and fifteen pound woman.
The tooth comes out easy. Not a single slip of the wrist. She moves left a tooth...looks at her book and sees that its the #5 Premolar.
"okay lover...its going to start getting a little crazy...AND fast. Im going to start moving towards the back... you're going to feel a LITTLE more pressure with each tooth okay? Great!"
#4 Premolar
#3 Molar
#2 Molar
Now number one molar showed to be a little more tricky for Rosemary.
Taking a small hammer and ice pick.
CRACK!!!
She pulls out ONE piece, and then the other...
Side one of two complete.... She thinks to herself.
................................
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