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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