Lenore
She says,
There’s a lump in my throat
Pulsing like a caught fish on the deck of its death ship
There’s a lump in her throat
I can see it growing
She says,
There’s a lump in my throat
Like a pig on the dinner table who swallowed the apple
They say there is a lump in her throat
Nothing they can do
She says,
There’s a lump in my throat
I can feel it move towards my core
I am tired
I am ready
She says,
Nothing
She looks so small
Against the stark white walls
Of her sterile prison
Trapped like the words
On her empty prescription bottles
As her vitals drop
Her eyelids follow
She mumbles,
I la love you
