Cuckney Sarah

April 1886.
she died, poor mite
from a bitchbile on her lip,
poisoned her body
in cramps of a fit..
Sarah left three young uns'
sweet little bairnes
how cruel life is,
134 years ago, 
it's still tragic,
I don't know how many times,
I've pricked a spot,
I dug out a varuca
when I was six..
with a razor..
(and told no one)
it was like a mini tree.
I had a hole in my foot
which healed itself..
I cut off skin tags
in my teens..just tore them
off,
if it offended me.
I plucked it out..
Bless poor Sarah..
she was unlucky.
maybe she didn't burn
the pin in the candle flame..
or burn..
the right candle,..
chant a bad spell..
or just born too soon,
to survive bacteria infection..
without antibiotic incantations.