by Léonie Hanhart
She fell asleep crying, the night before
This late October Tuesday.
Sitting in the waiting room, a classy woman
Called her name, bringing her back to
reality. What is it for? Her sobs made her
unable to respond.
She followed the woman in the room,
The walls were white like magnolias, the light
Was aggressive like the artificial light
When you open your eyes the morning
and there was this empty chair
waiting for her in the middle of the room.
She didn’t look at the needles, the music was vibrating
In her ears although she could hear the
loud noises from the surgery.
A few moment later,
Looking like a hamster,
it was done, and her wisdom was gone.