The Surgeon

I went into surgery today
I've never been before
The surgeon was kind
he said he'd never hurt me
I gave him my trust
It felt like months I slept
floating through a dream never to forget.

I was his own, my soul at gloved fingertips.
No time for hesitation,
scalpel slid smoothly,
skin like tissue paper,
my insides exposed.
The dream wavered
Was it dangerous?
This mere boy a stranger
A masked deviant
Who never showed me assurance
would he ever?
did he intend to?
The dream becomes confused
pictures swirling in a haze of violet light.
cuts of conversations, forgotten monsters reborn.
Insecurity, Doubt, Denial
Was my inner turmoil known?
He smiled then.

Her beauty found in near death
stumbling through light and shadows.
he knew she was his but would he lose her?
She sighed in loss.
The end was near.
A whimper
his trembling fingertips reached for the heart.
settled in his palm like a jigsaw piece, it glittered like a pale emerald.
The boy was captivated.
Never had he seen such a mysterious thing.
His mistake made,
a chip, a splinter tinkles to the floor
imperfect but beating
restored somewhat un-whole.

The dream breaks its hold
sweat plasters my hair and clothes.
a memory of a dream
when the surgeon had me.
will he ever know the damage?
My heart leaks bitterly
for the chip he took.
Will he ever know his damage?
would he repair it?
until then,
A sob.