Can’t Touch My Face

“Hold the retractor and don’t move!”
“Cut the suture here.” snip snip snip
“Too much!” snip snip snip
Sweat beads fall down my face.
I can’t touch my face to wipe it off.
And then, my sweat drips onto the field.
My life flashes before my eyes.
Guess my aspirations to honor are now gone.

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