The sick cells of my stomach
Weigh over me like a coffin
I am aware of their existence
But not of their decisions
Will they grow? And change?
Or will they stay? Remain as the same?.
I laugh with my friends,
About my free trial of death
How my lease on life might be ended
Before it really even began
Of course that may never happen,
Which is even funnier you see
This knot in my stomach grows bigger
Even as it never changes
The fear I feel is palpable
And that coffin seems to lower
The weight of it is in my heart
And I wonder if I’m inside
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 9:33 PM UTC
The sick cells of my stomach
Weigh over me like a coffin
I am aware of their existence
But not of their decisions
Will they grow? And change?
Or will they stay? Remain as the same?.
I laugh with my friends,
About my free trial of death
How my lease on life might be ended
Before it really even began
Of course that may never happen,
Which is even funnier you see
This knot in my stomach grows bigger
Even as it never changes
The fear I feel is palpable
And that coffin seems to lower
The weight of it is in my heart
And I wonder if I’m inside
I have non treatable precancerous
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