LIMBIC 2

These are nightmare words lump breast breast lump They are relentless.

The body in rebellion is not soothed by platitudes or good intentions.

The light in the operating room stares down, unblinking, witnessing who passes through and what will be lost.

I lie on the cold table and watch the doctor enter.

Good girl.

Good soldier.

I am motionless as he makes his cut with the knife thin as a smile.

He cuts more than flesh.

The wound itself cries Woman.