“
Oh, God, are you listening now?
As this cancer dances through her, and then takes a bow.
It won’t disappoint the crowd, whose word is a curse, as I hear them one-by-one.
Please pull the string, and I come undone. ”
As this cancer dances through her, and then takes a bow.
It won’t disappoint the crowd, whose word is a curse, as I hear them one-by-one.
Please pull the string, and I come undone. ”
—
Emery
