You told me not to worry
And that you’d be quick,
That I ought to stay calm
And let the numbness seep in, slowly.
You told me how you’ve done this before,
And that no one protested
That there are no side effects,
And that you are highly praised.
You told me anaesthesia is essential,
And that I’d feel nothing
That dieting is irrelevant,
And that maybe I’d feel a slight pinch, like an ant’s kiss.
You wanted to distract me
But I’m past the age of stickers
I’m past the age of candies
And there is nothing left that really pleases me.
You told me that it will all be over quickly
And smiled warmly,
And I’d realised my body is slowly
reacting to the sedative, slowly turning cold.