Foul shot Poem - The Fierce shot
by Shivali Pandya
A rush of fierce adrenaline burst through my body.
My eyes began to sag as the doctor approached me.
I followed his bare feet across the blue tiles, each foot forcing itself to move forward.
A long door stood in front me.
I cracked it open, taking a seat on the covered blue mattress.
My palms were sweating as I took in the smell of fresh blood.
Tears fell from my disheartened eyes.
The doctor stood a few feet away from me, getting a bandaid.
He walked towards me, each step of his making my heart pound faster.
In his left hand, he held a needle while the bandaid rested in his right hand.
I gently closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of my moms hands gripped onto mines.
I slowly shook my legs, preparing myself.
The doctor applied the gauze, the needle inches away from my shoulder.
Time froze.
And…
Then…..
In
In
In
Went the needle.
Drops of blood gushed down my arm.
I didn’t dare to open my eyes.
Finally, I awoke from the lasting pain,
Seeing the bandaid resting on my shoulder.
The doctor smiled at me, giving me a fist bump.
I HAD DONE IT!
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