Waterfall, peaceful running water
But as a scent
Tight chest, pain, anxious
Mom nagging, mom nagging
Don’t pick that don’t touch that
Hungry, can’t feed myself
Chest pain, surgery drains
Tired, so tired, watching the clock
For my next dose of ibuprofen.
Comforted by how little pain I feel
My skinny white butt.
After surgery, everything smelled like
Waterfall.
Mom’s hands, me, my face.
Good scent, but not a fun time
And every time I use the soap I’m reminded
Bound chest, no air, no food, pain killers.
Throwing up over a tiny pink basin.
Not a pleasant time or scent,
My heart spikes,
Waterfall