Sunday, 6 February 2011

Worming womb
Blood spots on white sheets
Notes from the body
For the doctor to see.
Then the waiting game.
For a dreaded biopsy.
Life on hold.
Until you're told.
'It's the all clear.'
Or 'you must come back my dear.'
They'll clear you out.
And see you in a year.

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