a discussion about genetic testing that i took part in on another blog reminded me of this poem, so i took it out and did some rewriting on it. it still gives me goosebumps everytime i fiddle with it. i am done with it after this. i hope.


a child's bad dreams
no boogey man under my bed
just a tumor


pieces
bits
quick flashes strobed

the sound of a saw
biting into bone
my dreams smelled of blood
and disinfectant
with
grownup words that
i didn't understand

make them
GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY!