The Patient

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The Patient

Each muscle

In my dark face quaked.

My mouth quivered

Till my teeth cracked

And chapped lips

Came undone.

My spine bumped down

The cold white wall.

Arms wrapped

A volcanic embrace.

Greedy veins

In my body ached.

Tears crept

On a crumbling face.

Shawn R. Jones

Reprinted from Womb Rain

Finishing Line Press, 2008

2 Responses

  1. Uzoma says:

    Vivid imagery. A moving piece really.

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