Madness - is it contagious among the survivors of the sick?
Or harbored in the blood shared between sisters, aunts, mother and daughter
The father's goodbye gift in place of a solitary kiss
Could that empty shell be the first symptom of what may come;
a twitch, a scratch, a hollow unheard scream?
Already bleeding through the skin?
This poem was written after reading Lady Lazarus & Daddy
Rebecca Price
Norton, UK
Monday, April 29, 2002
