Tara Campbell

The Breast

under treatment is
scarred and burning red-
itch swollen forming its own
hot gravity warping time folding 
the woman’s universe around itself 
the disease grew in silence sneaking 
greedy scheming in silence left to 
its own division in silence for so 
long until only time only time
only time only time will 
tell who will win
Poem text formatted to mimic shape of breast; all black text except the word silence is gray.