Poem By Charlotte Ballard
Young woman sits by a bedside
Hidden deep in a hospital's bowel.
A body, torn, ruptured, cut, and sewn
Rumples the covers as plastic string decorates
A bare arm exposed.
Tears' silence as the moon's rising
Drip, and puddle on one foot pushed
Forward, touching a yellow bag of brine.
Kisses cold flesh once, twice
The green faerie dancer
Flutters no more.