Loss - Extraction

Those who have suffered loss, in any form - my loss may be different from others' but I can't help but imagine, it all feels similar to this

Extraction

You gasp, in shock of course, because you were never ready for it

And then, the gasp stops there - your head tilted back, your face grimaced

Waiting for it to leave you

At first you can do nothing

At first you’re motionless, eyes signaling the only presence of pain

Frightened, tortured, devastated

And then you start to react

As you feel it leave you

Centimeter, by centimeter, by centimeter

Inch, by inch, as you feel the loss quickening

You drop to your knees, mouth gaping, eyes freeing tears from previously boarded gates

And you let out the most pathetic sound

A last mournful note

For what was so deeply embedded in you

And so callously

Savagely

Pulled from your veins, your skin, your heart

Pulled from your body, leaving a limp skeleton

A miniscule fossil of what once existed there

It takes everything to look up

Centimeter by centimeter

Inch by inch

You feel it get easier

And you breathe out in exhaustion

A barely audible

“thank you”

Collapse

And watch nothing else but your own chest move up

And down

And up

And down

The movement slowly regressing

Just to make sure

It’s not only over

But you’re still here