Subsister | Pain
It Hurts
By Jailyn James
Resecting this you shaped cancer
From my mind, within my heart
Laparoscopic incisions
Intended to keep the wounds small
To heal quickly
Tender are the scars
A stinging reminder of
Whats been cut out
Sliced into insignificant pieces
To be extracted from deep within
Through that paltry place
Red bagged and tagged
Sterilized and incinerated
You may be gone, however
The ghost of you remains
Appearing as you please
Gently plucking at the sutures
Holding me together
Causing oceans of searing salt
To flow down my cheeks
Whimpers extubated from my throat
I wasn’t expecting the switch to be flipped
Left flatlined
Alone on the table to sew myself together
So many questions left unanswered
Burning through my being
Grafting the pieces
Waiting for the healing to begin again
It hurts
I don’t understand
But, I’m learning to live with it.
By Jailyn James
