The Cruelty of Cancer…

ann johnson-murphree

The swallowing of pungent fluid,

wrath filling the throat

tears held back through

the pain.

Breast, the source of life now

hot, infested, anger cold, a

secret untold.

The moans, the dying a

thousand deaths, stripped

the body.

Then one lonely night it

takes its victims last





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