[NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT TO BE USED ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY CONCENT. PLEASE USE THE LINKS IN MY BIOGRAPHY OR MESSAGES ON THIS SITE TO CONTACT ME. THANKS.] <br /> <br /> <br />She lies down the lights above her are hot and bright, <br />She's scared to death that she might die, <br />But the bigger they are, the better he said, <br />So they put the mask on her and she closed her eyes, <br /> <br />But what she felt next was a complete surprise, <br />But she couldn't move her hands or open her eyes, <br />She felt each cut and wanted to cry, <br />But she couldn't because her tear ducts went dry, <br /> <br />She couldn't tell anyone about the pain, <br />After that day she ran away, <br />She died six months later trying to tell me about it, <br />Truth is her left implant was infected, <br /> <br />But she swore to me sitting right in that chair, <br />She wouldn't go back in, not for fresh air, <br />She'd been locked up in a loony bin, <br />Where they let all the crazy people in, <br /> <br />But she never got out, She's still there to this day, <br />And she wants you to come in and sit down and stay, <br />I sit in that dark damp cell and feel her soul, <br />Still wondering restless, to leave nevermore<br /><br />Dani Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-plastic-surgery-tale/
