The plane vanished
The Nigerian girls vanished
I am still here
My fingers are more present now
Than they were before
Raw dry skin
Which can never be softened
So many lives disappeared
Powerful lives
Meaningful lives
Vibrant lives
My dry fingers remain
Under my control
How can the world watch
As hundreds of girls are
Stolen
Taken to a place where they
Are powerless
Concentration camps of the
Mind
The passengers of the plane
Will never return.
At least
Bring back our girls.
Universe of pink and purple
Stroma and superfluous cells
Formations of delicate genius
Stream in the vibrant light
Molecular art, cellular portrait, based on precise mutations
Protein expression in brown and red, cytoplasmic and membranous
It bares all the colors I lack and shines in the hollows of my retina
My visual cortex activates; I struggle to catch my breath
Stunning image of supreme creation
The cause of certain destruction
The hospital is now your home
A life of suffering and chemo
My tears flow freely….from fascination or distress?
thoughts and tremors 