Seeing you only steps from
the trip wire of death,
your bones weary, your heart weak,
I curse the secrets in roots.
I question my womb, angry at DNA
that bled agony into your flesh.
How could I know horror had a genetic code?
Too many nightmares leaf the family tree
for me to scissor a cure, but I won't stop
trying to find a way to fix you.
©Susie Clevenger 2016