Cancer

A flick of a match,

The scent of lit sulfur,

A silken inhale,

The tenderest kiss.

A flood bursts forth

From this beautiful tube,

Swelling within

The whole of my being.

The smoke massages

My burning throat,

Making aching muscles

Ease from their tensions.

A buzz to the head

Shoves chaos to focus,

A photographer's lens

To the mind's sharp eye.

 

My succor,

My cancer,

My beautiful death.

You've always been

Around for me.

Author's Note

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