Moribund
Where
is this corruption in my broken
body
which takes over my brain/lungs/vagina like
an
intruder when I am a woman not a
man
who has prostate/colon/sarcoma?
What
do you see when you think of my writhing
carcass
dying when you know those with
leukemia/lymphoma/pancreas?
Just
like a snake voyager feeding me depravity
inside
travelling through and over and in my
disintegrating
torso… it’s a lousy visitor which
stays
until too late when
I
do not recover/replant/regrow and
I
will die.
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