Cancer Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Cancer
Cancer laid itself down
Like black muck
Upon white lace
Devouring every inch
Without hesitation
Or respite;
Filling itself
To the full
Of all that
Once was perfect, tangible;
Unwitting losers
To it's rancorous bite;
Bitterness that far
surpassed the spleen;
A bilious character
Outright mean;
Growing wildly
Often unseen;
In the once Virgin
Bodies of health;
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