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I was born on my back into abstraction. I could see through only one eye, not that there was much to see at first. The world, if only for those first few seconds, was bright, awe inspiring and free from form. Everything tingled.
The light receded and the world became dark and busy. I tried to speak, but found it useless: my jaw has been wired shut. I wanted to claw myself open, but my hands and feet have been bound to steel, a cold slab table. My first true feeling is awakened. Terror. And I can neither scream nor run.
The air is heavy and damp, burning my nose with the smell of stagnate urine and blood: a distinction of hospitals and death. Everything smelled of blood.
From my core outward, the low tingling rose to searing pain. Every inch of my body is aflame, screaming, begging, pleading for its end.
Men and women in white with covered faces rushed around with urgency, their focus on my chest. With some degree of difficulty, I managed to lift my head and gaze down into the valley of death.
I have been split open from nave to chops. My lead heart uncovered for all to see. It is almost beautiful, almost.
With a constricted half smile, my head collapses upon itself. The sedatives have retaken me.
“I am lead,” I thought, “in this city of silver hearts.”
The light receded and the world became dark and busy. I tried to speak, but found it useless: my jaw has been wired shut. I wanted to claw myself open, but my hands and feet have been bound to steel, a cold slab table. My first true feeling is awakened. Terror. And I can neither scream nor run.
The air is heavy and damp, burning my nose with the smell of stagnate urine and blood: a distinction of hospitals and death. Everything smelled of blood.
From my core outward, the low tingling rose to searing pain. Every inch of my body is aflame, screaming, begging, pleading for its end.
Men and women in white with covered faces rushed around with urgency, their focus on my chest. With some degree of difficulty, I managed to lift my head and gaze down into the valley of death.
I have been split open from nave to chops. My lead heart uncovered for all to see. It is almost beautiful, almost.
With a constricted half smile, my head collapses upon itself. The sedatives have retaken me.
“I am lead,” I thought, “in this city of silver hearts.”