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Surgical Blue
That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it! His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh; it thirsts for blood. "Just a 'nick'", he tries to soothe, cooing me as the chemicals combine to knock me out cold. No nip, no tuck- just all out butchery! He'll slice me and dice me with the sadistic pleasure only a surgeon understands! Or "Jack the Ripper", perchance. Getting so sleepy...so drowsy and sedated; I can't fight back. The massacre is imminent. The scalpel shines brilliantly under the surgical lights. Everyone is wearing surgical blue costumes, pretending to be nurses. They look so macabre, with those surgical masks...or are they the kind of masks one wears to a fancy costume party? In my woozy state, I cannot tell anymore. I imagine them smiling beneath those masks- large, gaping, toothy smiles, like the ones you see on crocodiles. They're all soaking in the preoperative excitement, the kind of excitement between first-time lovers as they undress not nearly quickly enough, wildly anticipating the impending debauchery with anxious delight. My eyes are getting heavier and all I hear are the beeps of machines and garbled medical nomenclature...or are they instructions on how to properly eviscerate me? "Are you ready, nurse?" "Yes, doctor." "Get my gloves ready." "Here, doctor." "Nurse, apply the iodine." "Ready, doctor." "Scalpel..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *having an outpatient surgical procedure today and am channeling my anxiety lol*
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