Friday, October 29, 2010

Fucked: A Horror Story

I'm affected and infected.
The infection affects the scale of the surgery.
I'm in a room with a purpose: a waiting room.
I can't catch my breath.
Ironic isn't it?
I can't catch my breath as terror weighs the air inside my lungs.
Please God let me be here again.
I beg Christ they won't slice off all my reasons to wait.