A freestyle poem about the sister of a boy with cancer-me
When the hedges and the hammers are put to use for our glamour
Should they forgive you for saving them?
Her face was unflinching as she opened her supplies. “Hold him down.”
(a short sci-fi ficlet)
"I'm having my operation now. I love you." The girl lays on the operation bed. Her boyfriend stands next to her bed with watery eyes without saying a word.