Cancer is calling
To tell me that it’s my turn
Like having this illness is a toy to be shared
To swap stories and bond like it’s a campfire
And the marshmallows being toasted are my lymph nodes
The technician that I don’t know is getting the first glance into my body
Will she see death? Will her heart sink as she carries the burden of my cancer home with her?
Will my cancer eat at her dinner table tonight?
An unwelcomed guest. A distraction. Will my cancer rob her of her appetite and wrap around her body in place of her house robe ?
Will my cancer be the third wheel in her bed tonight and greet her in the morning?
Oh cancer, you beast. You killer of dreams and devourer of futures. Ive waited by my phone for your call because I knew you always would. And just like clockwork, your name appears on my screen. I am not surprised but I do think you’re a little early. Is it mercy you’re showing me? What’s your angle here? Let’s talk because one day, you will stop calling me. You will stop taunting me and I will fear you no more.