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Breath & Shadow

Summer 2025 - Vol. 22, Issue 3

In the Belly of the Machine

written by

Madeleine Simmons

I. Initial Imaging


thunk-thunk-thunk.

Gradient coils hammer rhythm

into my vertebrae,

like a god trying to knock

from inside my skull.


The tech says: Hold still.

and I try,

I rehearse stillness.

Pretend to be a photograph.

A girl mid-laugh, forgotten

on the mantle of someone else’s family.


Except the blood doesn’t stop.

The heart still maps its geography.

Systole, diastole, systole,

a metronome against the tunnel wall.


They inject the gadolinium

like a truth serum.

I try to lie still,

but my radial pulse

keeps confessing.


I think about the word magnetic.

I think about attraction.

How even in stillness,

my blood insists on moving.


II. Follow-Up


BZZT. BZZT.

Now I recognize

the frequency range of diagnosis,

The ceiling closes in.

I count the seconds

between magnet bursts.

Each ka-CHUNK

a judgment.

Each whaaa-WHAM

a pronouncement.


I try to leave my body.

Not all the way.

Just enough to become

less here.

To become

the name on the chart,

the shadow in the scan.


I do this by naming the sounds like animals:

Ka-chunk. is the startled bear

ta-ta-ta-ta. is a woodpecker inside bone

humMMMMMMMM is the cicada chorus

when August never ends.


I become less flesh,

more image.

Less subject, more site.

The MRI doesn’t blink,

but I do,

invisible on the scan.


III. Comparative Imaging


I’m no longer scared

just practiced.

I know the cold

will bite the same spots.

I know they will offer

a panic button

like faith.


They never say

what they’re looking for.

Just what they hope

not to find.


I am still learning

how to shrink without moving.

How to become a ghost

that still bleeds.


THUM-thum. THUM-thum.

The sound of me

trying not to be me.

I fold smaller this time.

The machine forever

shrinking.


The walls learn my name.

The table hums beneath

my spine like it’s counting

the seconds

until I vanish.

The light above flickers.

I pretend

that’s what will save me.


The report will read:

“No acute findings.”

As if absence is relief.

As if the machine didn’t

memorize me,

cell by cell,

just to forget.

Madeleine Simmons is a writer, educator, and poet from Southern California whose work explores chronic illness, neurodivergence, and inherited memory. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in Wordgathering, Inlandia, Curious Publishing, and was named a finalist in the 2025 Misfit Poetry Prize from Frontier Poetry. She teaches English at Chaffey College and holds an MA in English and Writing Studies. You can find more of her work on @bingoishername.

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