missing pages
Nowhere to go, on this answerless road.Symptom, symptom, a swollen lymph node. Emptiness lies dormant, behind smiles that hold regret. It’s a sad life, when everything’s a threat. One pill to swallow, chased with another. Appointment after appointment, beside lies my mother. Pain throughout my body, with an unstable heart. The pilot of this story, has an unsettling start. Misdiagnosis; …