Radiation Treatment
encontrar mi
Copyright © 2001, Timothy Rowe
Your body positioned by your tattoo
You hold rigid, awaiting the sound
Of atoms shooting through you
.... the stillness all around
You lie there praying
That things don't go askew
You count off the seconds
'Til the treatment is through
Your throat tickles
You try not to move or cough
You sigh with relief
When the machine shuts off.
T. C. Rowe