Rhena Writes

Tag: #breastcancer

  • Overheard on the elevator to and from the 7th floor (oncology and hematology) (a poem)

    What floor?

    I like your outfit. 

    Comfortable chic.

    What floor?

    Thank you. Have a good one. 

    I like your earrings.

    What floor?

    Did she just fall down?

    They’re made of wolf fur, sustainably harvested.

    What floor?

    At least I’m not underground. 

    You get what I’m saying?

    Do they just brush the wolf?

    What floor?

    Did you just come from the seventh floor?

    I’ll pray for you.

    What floor?

    What floor?

    Thank you. 

    Seven please. 

    What floor?

    Thank you.

    Seven. 

    What floor?

    Seven.