"Stirrups"
Cold, sterile
Feeling like a caged animal
Poking me, taking notes
I'm alive, can feel the pain
Water droplets escape from the creases of my eyes
Tightly closed, trying not to feel
Then napkin paper cover my body
Itching, baring me to the cold of the room
Hips moving in fashion to escape
Pressed against the cold vinyl of the table
"it's over"
Scrambling for cover
Putting clothes on as if an armor