CrazyEggplant

If words could be unspoken,
If thoughts could be unthought
If what was done could be undone,
If images could be deleted
What would be?
 
If trees could be ungrown,
If leaves could fall up
If cries were heard,

The soft, bouncy bed beneath him. Breathing air smelling of hand sanitizer, antiseptics, and alcohol. An uncountable amount of medical instruments that Joe didn’t know the name of. All of this didn’t help the uneasy feeling in Joe’s stomach.