Commentary on Heart Surgery

A Poem.

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Gut wrenching

I can taste the smell of pure oxygen

I can feel the clamps that hold my chest together

When I was little I was told it was like zip ties across my breasts

Everyone made it sound so easy but terrifying at the same time.

I feel shivers down my spine

Like if it is touched it breaks

It is something no one talks about

The feelings

You can only feel when it is convenient for someone else