I look down at my chest,
And breathe.
And breathe.

I swallow,
Relief tingling my nerves for a second at "negative"
Second tumour in less than 4 years.

It grew so much more quickly than the first,
And I breathe.
One day, just one lucky day, I know you'll **** me.

You're uncontrollable now.
Growing whatever you'd like,
So deeply and thickly, they can't see
But I feel the aches and pain
And I just know in my heart,
One day you'll **** me.

If I were smart,
I'd chop you both off in an instant
A double mastectomy from sheer forethought.

But insurance doesn't cover foresight nor seer abilities.
So I blink and cry and sigh
Each time I am prodded and poked and dissected

Every few years, a larger and faster growing tumour
It's gotten smarter.
It's learning, I think.
It grows larger faster, noncancerous so far.
How long do I have,?-is what I'd like to ask my chest.

One day you'll **** me.
I'll miss one important new lump
And it'll grow even more quickly than it's brothers
And I'll suffer.
It'll be too late for medical attention.
I just know it.

One day...you will **** me.
I'm just wondering when.