September 23, 2015

Affliction

Elderly, proper, so put together.
She awaits us with her daughter,
Holding the thumb that is bent and bruised.
We ask all the questions we were taught. 


I don't know,
 I don't know, 
I don't know.

She starts to cry.
The pain in her thumb a mere morsel
to the pain of losing her mind. 


- Caitlin Regner, M4