Your poisonous teeth bite my heart, I am already riddled with disease, please don't keep cutting ugly patterns into my back, it hurts...

I’m sorry I never held your hand when we were huddled in the bomb shelter. I’m sorry that as the toxins filled the air and the ceiling...

Words and yogurt slop out of my slack mouth. Caregivers with phony smiles touch my wrinkled skin and act like they know better than me....