’Don’t worry,’ the nurse grinned down at me. ‘Their first time everybody’s scared to death.’
I tried to smile, but my skin had gone stiff, like parchment.
Doctor Gordon was fitting two metal plates on either side of my head. He buckled them into place with a strap that dented my forehead, and gave me a wire to bite.
I shut my eyes.
There was a brief silence, like an indrawn breath.
Then something bent down and took hold of me and shook me like the end of the world. Whee-ee-ee-ee-ee, it shrilled, through an air crackling with blue light, and with each flash a great jolt drubbed me till I thought my boned would break and the sap fly out of me like a split plant
I wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done. Sylvia Plath
(Foto: Alfred Stieglitz)
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