No one

What lies Under the bed In the corner room Of the last house On the forgotten street At the ghost town Between two gyri Tucked in a sulcus No one will know A mass, a cysts , a lesion CT/MRI will show The fear, the bones, the insecurities No one will know.

Calcified Hearts 

They cheer for the bravehearts, Spin poetry about a heart of gold But know nothing about what lies Between cold cracks of a heart of stone Unbeknownst to when it got this way Hardened over time, some say Sometimes dystrophic Sometimes metastatic Doesn't really matter, I secretly claim Because a calcium is a calcium by... Continue Reading →

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