Serpentine clots then surgeries

The miracle: knots of anger dissolved

The rage between hate and forgiveness died

When clots of serpentine hurt died in me

They lost their edge and became frictionless

Smooth objects - then they slowly disappeared

Anguishes burst into prosperous flames

In a golden instant came the whispers

They were settling surgeons around my chest

No cardiovascular disorder

was present - only true love and stitches

Soft stiches

These surgeries saved my life