麻豆传媒

Ten

Anna Sparrow

lights glared that bright fluorescent聽
and the background hum was steady and violent while
wondering who had turned their backs for good
wondering who had their ears pressed to the door
wondering who would gossip to their girlfriends,
鈥渢he girl before me was a wreck鈥�
the ceiling tiles grinned
baring pointed yellow teeth
their red and pink flowers staring with cynical eyes
as fingers clenched tightly, feet in metal stirrups
screaming Ten! Ten! Ten!

running on the beach
running from the shoreline
running to feel wind across skin
running to feel anything at all
feet smacking into water
blood pounding into ears
over and over and over
screaming Ten! Ten! Ten!

鈥減ick your sedative, miss"
鈥減ick your painkiller, miss"
鈥減ick your poison, miss"
鈥渨rithe in agony, for all we care, miss"
鈥渆ither way,
we鈥檒l make sure you鈥檙e bleeding when we鈥檝e finished"
the fluorescent lights blink uneasily
reflecting all the things they鈥檝e seen
in their long glass bulbs
and when she gasped with a long, shaky inhalation
and forced it out of her lungs with a harsh weight
the light bulbs quivered in fear

but the snow outside kept falling lightly
but people kept trudging back to their offices after their lunch breaks
while discussing the blizzard that pounded the city the night before
while ignoring that horrible sound being carried along the winter wind
twisting and billowing,
caressing their reddening ears,
screams of Ten! Ten! Ten!

鈥渄o you want some crackers, dear?鈥�
鈥渋t will really help the pain, dear鈥�
鈥測ou really need to eat, dear鈥�
but the chair looked like a dentist鈥檚 chair
but the room smelled too sanitary
but those women in scrubs were so insincere
because she peered over her glasses in disgust
exuding contempt without even saying a word

the dresses were all too short or too long
and she only wanted to wear black
and she never wore heels anyway
and when she ran into him on mother鈥檚 day
her heart turned to stone and fell straight through her stomach
and she stood in the rain in her nice dress and smoked a cigarette
the filmy material clung to her hips
and she stared at the ground as that laughing bastard walked by
his arm around his new girlfriend聽
he always had a thing for redheads
and stupid artsy girls

in that squash coloured room she arrived
in sweatpants and an over-sized sweater
in the middle of an ecstasy trip
in that first mug of tea
in that last-minute clean up
in that pulsing headache
in that uncomfortable wooden chair
she asked me, 鈥渨hat was it like?鈥�
and I answered, 鈥渉onestly, it felt like death鈥澛�
I answered, 鈥渉onestly, I still dream about it鈥�
I answered, 鈥渉onestly, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,
thrashing and whimpering, 鈥淭en! Ten! Ten!鈥�

but because the ocean will keep grasping at the sand with its cold fingers
the cars will keep driving on the road along the beach聽
without their drivers knowing what almost happened
on that sandy break in the bay
the secret married between me and the sea
because the sea will never gossip to its girlfriends
and the sea will never speak out of turn
the sea will never say, 鈥渢hat girl is a parasite"
the sea will never say, 鈥渢hat girl is a whore"
the sea will never say, 鈥渢hat girl is a waste, what a waste of a girl"
because the sea will never scream at the top of it鈥檚 lungs,
Ten! Ten! Ten!