Cancer, or Death Poem 1A Poem by Anhedonia 1349To Mom....I never knew which part of death would hurt the most. Nobody really tells you, either; but in hindsight, it’s easy to recognize: It isn’t the lingering smell of lilac perfume or the swirling sweat pea from beneath the sheets; there’s something far harsher than boxing up memories and fighting back tears— more painful than the dilated pupils and pale white skin; there’s one thing that stands out more than the vibrant soul wrapped inside that thin, milky shell— more than the crystal-clear hue of nevermore lying atop velvet, surrounded by oak; it’s heartless; soulless; and yes: It ravages still more than the insatiable appetite and unquenchable thirst of cancer. More than anything, the hardest part of death is surviving: It’s realizing that every story will always take place in the past tense and that every fading memory is really an erasure. © 2009 Anhedonia 1349Reviews
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