Thursday, April 12, 2012

day three.

the verdict. 

cancer is a curse word in our family
a vulgar blasphemy, a profanity,
a death knell no one
with our surname has survived,
we shrink from it.

naima slapped herself in the face
when they told her it had come to you,
let out a sound like a dying animal, 
she was wounded,

"we can't get away from it,"
she screams, tries to tear
at her face before they stop her.
"it's following us."

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