HER

Sometimes her throat will ache
dry
closing up
a stick against her soft tonsils

Her tongue too big for her mouth
the pain unabated even though she swallows

Sometimes her eyes so tired
her nose all blocked
Cannot breathe

And the world stops
Muted noise
Muted nuclear feeling
of the stick pushing up so hard
so hard up her throat

Sometimes her eyes will blur
And gollops of tears will fall
her heart contracts so tight
her feet turn cold
Face, so tight
Lips, hardened lines

She turns to the trees
The soft wind
brushing against the green leafy fur
against the strong hard barks
Through the tall brown pillars
so strong so old so there

Green brown stretching from ground to sky

She breathes in
Life green age balance

She feels the tears wet reassuring
Flowing down cheekbones
weaving smoothly swiftly
They bring me comfort