medic.

With new vibrance, she put forth her boasting left foot out into the place.
She assessed the color of the sky and began her brief minutes home.
It seemed as if it would end on a Monday. And she recalled to the windshield the remission of a great cancer that heavied her words and made a fool of her at seven and twelve and eighteen.
The woman studied a list of words followed by various three digit numbers.
[Most of the words foreign,
consisting of x’s and z’s,
that must translate to words about risk,
and time, and chance..]
the girl presented the idea that it was time. And that a plague had been masking her normality.
That she had been untruly accused, and furthermore, that erroneous tendencies had been assigned to her of no warrant..
That un asked for colors and flashes of light had fallen into her head at night accompanied by stories of tall universes folding into themselves and becoming one single cell.
That the list of words made hot, white noises crash into her skull.
That something would shake and twitch her at her greatest attempts at still.
And finally she explained that perhaps she had been, and she used this word eagerly, “normal” for years now. “maybe my head has fixed itself.”
The woman corrected the list on paper and begat her one so weak it almost paled in view and color.
With new vibrance, she put forth her boasting left foot out into the place.
And her pineal gland began to un-slumber.