I seem to spend a lot of time
flat on my back.
Legs spread
While some man I barely know invades my body.
I hate the feeling
Cold latex
and even colder gel
Slipping into places only a lover should know.
I try not to think about
what’s going on down there
As he probes my most private parts
With his ‘magic wand.’
But I can’t help looking at the screen
As he pushes deep
and the images
are displayed in black and white.
He barley says a word
Just keeps clicking away
While I try to ignore
the indignity.
I whisper prayers
As he finishes with business
And leaves me alone
in the barren room
I’m dressed and calm as he returns
Handing me instructions
for our next meeting.
We’ll do the retrieval in 2 days, Mrs. Williams.
Turns out
I hate infertility more
than I hate
those internal ultrasounds.
Author notes
I'm guessing this is something you've never experienced. I don’t know if it’s what you were looking for, but here it is.
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No, it truly isn't something I've ever experienced but it did take me two times to read before I got the ultrasound part, and realized what was actually going on.
I really liked that you used the word "barren" to describe the room as well as the fact that you gave so much emotion and true human feelings into the words. I'm extremely impressed with how much I got out of it when it was in such a simple form. Great great job.
Good luck in the contest,
Tori <3<3
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