Your magic makes the meeker marvel as maimed and maligned mud-seekers merge. Your tonic torts and twists the ties whilst the tweezers trickle down her thighs. You seldom seize the smallest of seconds as someone sings a seizure song. You articulate the arts as abstracts pull apart and all the arteries in your abdomen assault.
11/21/2019
To me, your poem shows me the chaos of cancer and its treatment. You are paying attention. That in itself is a gift beyond measure. Thanks for sharing.
The healing drafts of poison. The suffering of the process is represented here to me. I like it!
