The Pink Ribbon
1.
A collapsed lung.....
wires and cotton thread sheets
caress naked flesh....
Hands fragile and frail
blood trickles down the lip...
a half eaten fruit cup sits by the bedside,
and a malnourished body slowly rots....
2.
Flowing black hair swaying in the open breeze
tall and slender, body engulfed in a sea of red silk.....
Eyes beaming turquoise and sapphire
face, smooth to the touch
hands, nimble and delicate....
3.
A lump on the breast
shivers, chills, and shakes
yellow phlegm, projected from the throat....
Sedation..... prescription pills, and fatigue
a touch of pneumonia.....
4.
Air, slithering into a closing throat
flickering eyes, parched lips,
and a dry tongue...
frigid steel, pressing against tender flesh
stitches and staples,
breast and body.... separated...
5.
Urine on the sheets, blood on the pillow
brain, comatose and body, numb
silence......
spirit and body.... separated....
Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2016
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