stark.
the whole room was bare,
clean,
sterile.
only a single table sit in the cetner.
an ominous light hovering above
it like an alien craft
about to burn in a crop circle.
she was upset with her dads. they had put her through this. she couldnt get that nasty comment out of her head ‘go get yourself sterilized’ it ate at her. what now? well, one day at a time.
Ambling around the park, I stopped motionless as I saw him again in 5 months. I went sterile but my hammering chest and my magnified vision of him with eyes filled with an orgy of sensation at her. He never looked at me with such fondness. Trying to inveigle myself that it bears no effect in me, waves of unbridled pain washed over as light wintry breeze brushed past.
it isn’t as if she couldn’t live with all the chaos in her life. she has long since embraced her fate and she hasn’t really been given any thought of it. just living. breathing. yet she hopes that one day she could clean her life, sterile it into a less chaotic, more purity way of living. whatever that means.
Sterile. It was only one word but it described his apartment so well. He had only recently moved in, but he was never one to keep many personal effects. There was a photo of him with his parents as a young boy stuck to the fridge, and he had a few books on travel from his youth.
She was kept in a special cubicle on the ward where you had to be gowned up before you went in to see her. Everything had to be kept really clean and sterile. It was heartbreaking.
Wrapped around my chest
as if they could hold my heart
together. Inside I’m falling apart
and unsure if I want to fight any more.
Everything is sterile, even their smiles.
Everything is orderly – the orderlies,
the doctors, the patients. Even
the figure in the gift shop buying a teddy bear.
Except her. Their efforts to wipe away
her smile is futile. Not sterile.
Stay away, don’t visit me.
The hospital room was far from being sterile. The walls were cracked, paint peeling, and there was the unmistakable scent of urine in the air. He wondered what the operating room had looked like, then immediately wished he hadn’t. He shivered.
The gauze should have been sterile, but there was a slit in the side of the wrapper, and discoloration was visible. Lucy wasn’t sure if applying it to Michael’s arm would make things better or worse in terms of infection, but at least she wouldn’t have to look at an oozing wound any more.
the walls are white, clean, unfamiliar; i don’t recognize anything in this room and i don’t recognize the gleaming chrome instruments, nor the linens, nor the men in masks and scrubs who say that it won’t hurt at all, over in just a second, yes, that’s a good boy now open your mouth. i am anesthetized. i cannot even scream.
Dakota hated hospitals. It wasn’t some infantile fear or the doctor or the distant memory of a beloved elder passing away within similarly pastel walls that made her hesitate in front of the automatic doors. No, her fear, if you could even call it that, came from the overpowering scent of antiseptic and sanitizer, from the cold, sterile air that cycled through the vents. This wasn’t a place of life; no, life had no place here.
Think of space. That’s what she told herself when she was flipping pages in the waiting room. Some people, she supposed, did think of space as empty, but Jacklyn had read too many National Geographic books and things like that when she was a kid. She thought of meteor dust, Saturn’s spiraling rings, neon tendrils of light and color. The was no pending removal–she would just be filling her womb with those things instead. Black. Cool. Moon dust.
Cold blue and the smell of rubber. She dropped it on the floor. The heart, the human heart, right on the linoleum. “Oh no, how will we eat it now?” She chuckled. “Just kidding.” She licked it off and handed it to the doctor.
Clean and without blemish, white and percise. A straight line that goes on and never ends. White walls, white sheets the hospital and the smiall of anticeptic and bleach.
the needle bites deep
and reaches into those memories even i couldn’t get to.
your familiar face surfaces to the top of my brain.
you look so young
so you.
i know this face.
it’s so familiar.
except it’s too perfect.
this is art’s best rendition of you.
this isn’t you.
The atmosphere in the room was cold, sterile. People were not talking. They were hardly even acknowledging each other’s existence. Katherine knew that it would be hard to break in to their circle, to win their confidence. The company had been through a lot recently, and tensions were high. People were tired, and angry, and looking for answers. It was her job now to provide them.
So many people are sterile. Its becoming such a big issue.. But its also being cured at a very impressive speed sothat part is remarkable. Maybe i shouldnt call it being CURED since its just being reduced or i dont even know how to explain it.
it would have been easier sterile
cleaner tools and bright blades cutting
it out of me, that black mud
that hate, that cry
that tearing apart of us would have been
easier if we had made it sterile
when you entered me, I could think
of nothing but to become stone and cry.
You still haven’t left in a way, though I wish
the trauma had been fleeting, like your warmth.
Now, I am clams. Shut. Untrusting.
Their touch sends familiarity up my spine,
and I only wish my lips learned how not
to be of that cold and cracked cement.
clean
no one is completely sterile
we all have our secrets
caked under our fingernails
like the mud
that we have collected
over the years
it will never leave
The sterile white walls of the hospital mock him of his purity; tears escape his eyes but he maintains the sweet, saccharine smile he was known for, always known for.But the white, sterile walls told him no.
sterile barren whitewashed sandy caps. catlike and foundering. a sun drenched ballyhoo, wild and prospering. Schoolbuses navigate the hercules drought maze. monsters round the corner left, but right’ll take you cyclops bound.
He hadn’t known she was sterile when he asked for her hand. Obviously. Who would want a queen who could not bear him an heir? And yet he couldn’t find it in him to regret that long ago decision, for who could have imagined he would grow to love her for her own sake, and not only for the future of his kingdom?
“Of course, a sterile work environment is always *preferable* but what with all the permits one must apply for not to mention the schooling one must go through for a silly piece of paper, how could one have the *time*? No, I think it might be better if we do this my way. It’d be much quicker, after all.”
She had a nightmare that there was dirt all over her face. She was convinced it was because she forgot to lint-roll her blankets before falling asleep. She remembered being so completely drained of energy that sleep seemed like the most alluring thing… She regretted succumbing to her tiredness without performing her nightly ritual.
She decided to spend the next morning sterilizing her flat. She had the music playing in the background, calm indie tunes making her sway and lip sync as she swept her sanitizing wipes across every surface she could find.
Sterile, was the flamingo
She had so many people watching her
And all she could do was list off the ways she couldn’t do it right.
How she couldn’t walk with one whale tail up in the air like the other birds could.
How she couldn’t be any colder then her feathers allowed
How she wished she had a fucking twenty two dollar bill so she could fly out of here and dream her days away in Maui
Sterilize the minds of your loved ones and your friends.
Run, run to safety, run to your chaotic comfort before your mind’s abilities wash away in the saline on TV. Pull the plug, baby, before they take too much blood. It was never fair, but at least you understood. You grew flowers from the mud. Don’t look away now.
Don’t let your heroes defeat you. Conquer their frail old spines. Weave them into yours while you still have time.
I got a cut on my knee and I ruined to the bathroom to get a sterile gaze to clean it and then I looked for a band aid. I felt relieved to find what I needed to clean the cut. I don’t feel any pain and I am comforted.
it is necessary a sterile environment specially at hospital where there are many sick people and viruses could run wild and infect everybody. a sterile environments benefits everybody and we should support this initiative.
Clean, sanitized, lack the ability to conceive children, unfair treatment, genocide, surgery, environment, barren or dead, without life, free of anything living.
It’s what he is – not just now, but always: sterile. Impotent. It’s a relief, really. So many demands he will never have to fulfill, hungry faces he’ll never have to meet. Maybe now Mother will finally leave off the wife hunt. Maybe now he’ll finally get some peace.
The ambulance sirens were screeching as the people all stared helplessly. The little girl was walking down the street when suddenly a car came and hit her.
“Is she okay?”
“Her wounds are wide and exposed, we need to clean them out!”
“Make sure they are sterile!”
The people could only close their eyes and pray for the best. They all new their family could find out eventually, but for now, they could only think about the girl.
He dipped the needle in alcohol to ensure it was sterile. After drying it, he turned to the subject. “Don’t fight,” he said in a low voice as he slid the needle into her arm.
stark.
the whole room was bare,
clean,
sterile.
only a single table sit in the cetner.
an ominous light hovering above
it like an alien craft
about to burn in a crop circle.
she was upset with her dads. they had put her through this. she couldnt get that nasty comment out of her head ‘go get yourself sterilized’ it ate at her. what now? well, one day at a time.
Ambling around the park, I stopped motionless as I saw him again in 5 months. I went sterile but my hammering chest and my magnified vision of him with eyes filled with an orgy of sensation at her. He never looked at me with such fondness. Trying to inveigle myself that it bears no effect in me, waves of unbridled pain washed over as light wintry breeze brushed past.
it isn’t as if she couldn’t live with all the chaos in her life. she has long since embraced her fate and she hasn’t really been given any thought of it. just living. breathing. yet she hopes that one day she could clean her life, sterile it into a less chaotic, more purity way of living. whatever that means.
Sterile. It was only one word but it described his apartment so well. He had only recently moved in, but he was never one to keep many personal effects. There was a photo of him with his parents as a young boy stuck to the fridge, and he had a few books on travel from his youth.
She was kept in a special cubicle on the ward where you had to be gowned up before you went in to see her. Everything had to be kept really clean and sterile. It was heartbreaking.
tiszta, homogén, kifinomult, egészség, bacilus, elővigyázatosság, óvatosság, sima,
Wrapped around my chest
as if they could hold my heart
together. Inside I’m falling apart
and unsure if I want to fight any more.
Everything is sterile, even their smiles.
Everything is orderly – the orderlies,
the doctors, the patients. Even
the figure in the gift shop buying a teddy bear.
Except her. Their efforts to wipe away
her smile is futile. Not sterile.
Stay away, don’t visit me.
you buried your clothes in the riverbed
and let the flood soak your bones
until moss sprouted between your fingers
the plants will bloom underneath your skin,
feeding on the color of your dreams and
the sounds your drowning heart makes
you will lose yourself, but you will not forget
what it means to be sad or lost or lonely, or
what it means to be afraid not to die
twigs will twist your veins and pierce your lungs
until you breath nothing but dead leaves and
harsh petals
you will lose yourself, but you will not forget
what it means to ache–
from now on, all you will ever do is ache
do not attempt to claw at the riverbed
because your clothes are not there;
the water ate them, it ate them, see
you will crumble, you ate pebbles and
you will crumble to the ground. but do not
forget that this too is change
this too is change, a noisy clamor that
lives in your pockets and pecks at your ears
until you dump them into a fountain
but this time, this time, i tell you:
don’t make a wish. you’ve always made your
wishes, but this is not the right time
it will never be the right time, no,
never again the right time and one day
you will realize that right times don’t exist.
The hospital room was far from being sterile. The walls were cracked, paint peeling, and there was the unmistakable scent of urine in the air. He wondered what the operating room had looked like, then immediately wished he hadn’t. He shivered.
The gauze should have been sterile, but there was a slit in the side of the wrapper, and discoloration was visible. Lucy wasn’t sure if applying it to Michael’s arm would make things better or worse in terms of infection, but at least she wouldn’t have to look at an oozing wound any more.
the walls are white, clean, unfamiliar; i don’t recognize anything in this room and i don’t recognize the gleaming chrome instruments, nor the linens, nor the men in masks and scrubs who say that it won’t hurt at all, over in just a second, yes, that’s a good boy now open your mouth. i am anesthetized. i cannot even scream.
Dakota hated hospitals. It wasn’t some infantile fear or the doctor or the distant memory of a beloved elder passing away within similarly pastel walls that made her hesitate in front of the automatic doors. No, her fear, if you could even call it that, came from the overpowering scent of antiseptic and sanitizer, from the cold, sterile air that cycled through the vents. This wasn’t a place of life; no, life had no place here.
Think of space. That’s what she told herself when she was flipping pages in the waiting room. Some people, she supposed, did think of space as empty, but Jacklyn had read too many National Geographic books and things like that when she was a kid. She thought of meteor dust, Saturn’s spiraling rings, neon tendrils of light and color. The was no pending removal–she would just be filling her womb with those things instead. Black. Cool. Moon dust.
Cold blue and the smell of rubber. She dropped it on the floor. The heart, the human heart, right on the linoleum. “Oh no, how will we eat it now?” She chuckled. “Just kidding.” She licked it off and handed it to the doctor.
Life without love is a sterile white-walled room with no windows to see how beautiful the day is…
Clean and without blemish, white and percise. A straight line that goes on and never ends. White walls, white sheets the hospital and the smiall of anticeptic and bleach.
the needle bites deep
and reaches into those memories even i couldn’t get to.
your familiar face surfaces to the top of my brain.
you look so young
so you.
i know this face.
it’s so familiar.
except it’s too perfect.
this is art’s best rendition of you.
this isn’t you.
The atmosphere in the room was cold, sterile. People were not talking. They were hardly even acknowledging each other’s existence. Katherine knew that it would be hard to break in to their circle, to win their confidence. The company had been through a lot recently, and tensions were high. People were tired, and angry, and looking for answers. It was her job now to provide them.
So many people are sterile. Its becoming such a big issue.. But its also being cured at a very impressive speed sothat part is remarkable. Maybe i shouldnt call it being CURED since its just being reduced or i dont even know how to explain it.
it would have been easier sterile
cleaner tools and bright blades cutting
it out of me, that black mud
that hate, that cry
that tearing apart of us would have been
easier if we had made it sterile
when you entered me, I could think
of nothing but to become stone and cry.
You still haven’t left in a way, though I wish
the trauma had been fleeting, like your warmth.
Now, I am clams. Shut. Untrusting.
Their touch sends familiarity up my spine,
and I only wish my lips learned how not
to be of that cold and cracked cement.
clean
no one is completely sterile
we all have our secrets
caked under our fingernails
like the mud
that we have collected
over the years
it will never leave
The sterile white walls of the hospital mock him of his purity; tears escape his eyes but he maintains the sweet, saccharine smile he was known for, always known for.But the white, sterile walls told him no.
sterile barren whitewashed sandy caps. catlike and foundering. a sun drenched ballyhoo, wild and prospering. Schoolbuses navigate the hercules drought maze. monsters round the corner left, but right’ll take you cyclops bound.
“We need to take a urine sample to make sure you’re not pregnant,” intoned the nurse, looking half-asleep as she perused my clipboard.
“No need,” I interjected. “I’m not pregnant.”
“But are you sure? Some women don’t know they’re pregnant until they check.”
“I’m infertile. Never been able to have kids,” I pointed out, getting somewhat frustrated. “Not pregnant.”
“But it says you have a partner on your sheet…”
“Yes. Partner. FEMALE partner. Not pregnant. Not possible. No test. I can’t have kids. I’m sterile. And I’m DONE here.”
“We need to take a urine sample to make sure you’re not pregnant,” intoned the nurse, looking half-asleep as she perused my clipboard.
“No need,” I interjected. “I’m not pregnant.”
“But are you sure? Some women don’t know they’re pregnant until they check.”
“I’ve never had sex with a man,” I pointed out, getting somewhat frustrated. “Not pregnant.”
“But it says you have a partner on your sheet…”
“Yes. Partner. FEMALE partner. Not pregnant. Not possible. No test. DONE.”
He hadn’t known she was sterile when he asked for her hand. Obviously. Who would want a queen who could not bear him an heir? And yet he couldn’t find it in him to regret that long ago decision, for who could have imagined he would grow to love her for her own sake, and not only for the future of his kingdom?
“Of course, a sterile work environment is always *preferable* but what with all the permits one must apply for not to mention the schooling one must go through for a silly piece of paper, how could one have the *time*? No, I think it might be better if we do this my way. It’d be much quicker, after all.”
She had a nightmare that there was dirt all over her face. She was convinced it was because she forgot to lint-roll her blankets before falling asleep. She remembered being so completely drained of energy that sleep seemed like the most alluring thing… She regretted succumbing to her tiredness without performing her nightly ritual.
She decided to spend the next morning sterilizing her flat. She had the music playing in the background, calm indie tunes making her sway and lip sync as she swept her sanitizing wipes across every surface she could find.
Sterile, was the flamingo
She had so many people watching her
And all she could do was list off the ways she couldn’t do it right.
How she couldn’t walk with one whale tail up in the air like the other birds could.
How she couldn’t be any colder then her feathers allowed
How she wished she had a fucking twenty two dollar bill so she could fly out of here and dream her days away in Maui
Sterilize the minds of your loved ones and your friends.
Run, run to safety, run to your chaotic comfort before your mind’s abilities wash away in the saline on TV. Pull the plug, baby, before they take too much blood. It was never fair, but at least you understood. You grew flowers from the mud. Don’t look away now.
Don’t let your heroes defeat you. Conquer their frail old spines. Weave them into yours while you still have time.
I got a cut on my knee and I ruined to the bathroom to get a sterile gaze to clean it and then I looked for a band aid. I felt relieved to find what I needed to clean the cut. I don’t feel any pain and I am comforted.
it is necessary a sterile environment specially at hospital where there are many sick people and viruses could run wild and infect everybody. a sterile environments benefits everybody and we should support this initiative.
Clean, sanitized, lack the ability to conceive children, unfair treatment, genocide, surgery, environment, barren or dead, without life, free of anything living.
It’s what he is – not just now, but always: sterile. Impotent. It’s a relief, really. So many demands he will never have to fulfill, hungry faces he’ll never have to meet. Maybe now Mother will finally leave off the wife hunt. Maybe now he’ll finally get some peace.
The ambulance sirens were screeching as the people all stared helplessly. The little girl was walking down the street when suddenly a car came and hit her.
“Is she okay?”
“Her wounds are wide and exposed, we need to clean them out!”
“Make sure they are sterile!”
The people could only close their eyes and pray for the best. They all new their family could find out eventually, but for now, they could only think about the girl.
The petri dishes had been autoclaved, but, even now, special precautions had to be taken to minimise cross infection.
The doctor once again made sure his hands were sterilized, after the procedure was done. The woman just watched, feeling empty.
He dipped the needle in alcohol to ensure it was sterile. After drying it, he turned to the subject. “Don’t fight,” he said in a low voice as he slid the needle into her arm.