Leo Larry Amadore Poet Free verse

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This Secret Thing

This secret thing
grew in your breast --
a dark lump of terror
which you revealed to no one;
it ate through you,
until it became, finally,
too terrible to hide.
Now, even the cold scalpel,
which leaves less than it takes
of what you were once,
cannot excise the horror.

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Patrick Parks April 25, 2011 at 10:29 AM WOW Leo, another of your powerful teleportations, this time not only across space but also, for me, across gender. Thank you.

Marcus Antwan April 22, 2011 at 6:23 AM I LOVE this poem. brilliantly written. I would like to give the last four lines particular kudos. I like that you say "the person becomes the disease." & the fact that the terror never leaves, no matter the abscence.