top of page

Upcoming
events

The Biopsy

By Gillian Pulford


The spotlight shone as she stood

De-robed-blindfolded

Devoid of the familiar

Guided to the table – she lay down, because they told her to

Kind words deflected by an iron curtain of fear

Bang they shot

Bang, they shot again

Transported to another world

Was she dead?

No, at least not yet

But a different path in a parallel world lay ahead

And there was no guide







Share your poetry:


SurvivingBreastCancer.org Resources & Support:

bottom of page