| To The Diabetic Ruby on the finger tip swells sweet like pine sap, tiny gem of light. The need for sugar fluid the hummingbird sucks for life, surges. It fills you, swells to thickening. An organ out of sync. Numbers count out the span of a disease, its grasp on your being. Listen not to those who would say that you caused this. Live. |
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