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
Vivid imagery. A moving piece really.
Thank you, Uzoma!