Labor

June 30th, 2004… disinfectants, piss, vomit, screams and shouts rang all through the open place, floating through mid air the rush of exotic material and molecules, diminishes as quickly eyes stinging from the Jack hammer, electrical shocks, the gripping that’s puling apart, spread eagle, cocked wide open, cold applications, and a ringing phone, familiar faces with disgusting tasting, spur from the lips of the injured calf “help me,” she screams, no one’s listening, she's delusional, is this dream? Flashes, alert ringing “hurry” someone else is screaming, loud shouts, “Get the hell out,” panic, despair, this isn’t fair, crowing, crying, exhausting, all of a sudden… pop, pop, pop, what the hell is that? A four leaf clover? “No,” responded the ghastly creature, they're called hemorrhoids. Bandage, sutured and cradled, times ticking, memory faded it’s show time, stool softener put to the test, OMG my hole is shut, anger, tears, and sudden fears, be a champ and take one for the team, she shoots, she scores, the crowd cheers, I’m exhausted, I’ll see you later my dear. (I was in labor with my daughter)

-Unknown