cancer

Etched on her breast,
The trail of needles,
Silicon drips,
Flooding her memories
With pink ribbons,
Disturbing phone calls,
Bellowing nightmares,
Whispering chills,
Alarming inner body itches,
Engraved in her dreams,
Heart tying sisters,
Bound to every stone entrance,
Heart and soul,
Tracks stepped, in, on and over.
From curling lips to sunken eyes,
Twisted hips of fate,
Always on call,
Unable to stop the rain,
At least they knew the dance.