sonnet re: qualms with doc (1/11)

the doctor didn't sit down to ask me
how i was, if i needed anything?
it felt unfair so left behind to be
where the warm look, words to offer soothing?
the aftercare was missing and i shook 
alone, still softly tripping in the dark
i wish he'd sat beside me in the nook
where ketamine takes me through potent arcs
saw him harrying outside in the hall
under fluorescence, O' a furrowed brow
scurrying through clinic's pressurized mall
between the rooms his divided care flow
for all the money, i deserve a nod
my psyche's sensie, step it up, dear god!

2 comments:

  1. Yessss doctors visits are so cold and often scary. I appreciate this reflection so much.

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  2. really receiving and honoring your resonance, lizzie, thank you for sharing <3

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