Your tears rush down granite cheeks -
splashes the curve of your neck.
My tongue licks the holy elixer.
Corn silk sprouts at my feet.
Published in A Flicker of Hope: Poems written by a Wegener's Granulomatosis survivor in May 2011.
This poem was transcribed by my hubby while I was in a hospital bed. I couldn't move and there was pain in every joint in my bod…
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