By Robin Zemek
Stroking the anomaly
An unseen bump, but felt by smooth caresses.
Bewildered by finding it.
A yell welling up.
Rage
Pent up and turned to puss
Now leaking
Picked at the anomaly
Peeled back the skin
Dug so deep as to find ribs,
The spine,
The stomach,
Lungs, slowly pushed by the diaphragm.
Still can't find the root.
Used a band-aid to cover it up,
An ex-back-zit.
