Heartbeat
Full of eager energy for my arrival.
Taking me by the hand they lead me down aching stairs,
Being brought down to an abysmal cellar.
Skyscrapers made of boxes and baby clothes,
Creating a maze of garage sale oddities.
Surrounded by Christmas lights and cardboard,
The two doctors put on plastic stethoscopes and winter coats.
They placed the pink plastic circle to my chest,
Searching for a heartbeat, to know i was alive.
Then they moved under my shirt to get a better sound.
I gripped my shirt to force it down, yet my fingers
Were pried away one by one.
Their strength was greater, as they pinned me down,
like an butterfly body in a picture frame.
I opened my mouth to tell them "stop",
and i small hand quickly covered it shut,
So that my sounds were muffled and dull.
Nothing to cease their erotica,
Until a call came from above, it was time to leave.
They released me, and i put myself back together.
Scared to lose a friend, i never uttered a word.
Mute to the tongue, gripping my clothes, i go home,
Waiting for the day i must return.
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