Some cancerous form
and it's hard, rough
and it's hard

and it hurts and ouch
and,
and I breathe and it passes
and I breathe and it's back.

I can pinch my thigh
if I want,
it won't help.

I can breathe the sky
and take it all for myself,
now it's mine, not yours.
I'm selfish.
I took all the blue for myself.

I get filled up but not enough then
I crumble down into myself.

Rock solid.

So it spreads but then I cage it in
with words,
AHA! It's conquered.
(At least for now.)