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Rhiannon Rees Mar 2012
I can't I can I can't
this growth this tumour this curse
keeps growing expanding
my chest my back my hands
ache and bleed
the turning the twisting the splitting
ripping stabbing pulling
I stood we stood
I can I can't I can
I do.
Rhiannon Rees Mar 2012
Smooth long and white,
Pursed against shrivelled
Lips teeth stained,
Reminding me of rotting
Cheese patchy,
Yellow.


A cough. A rough bark
Erupts from her chest
Dragging in heavy
Corruption.
She needs that
Pain.


She throws the end away,
Her life,
A used ******.
She doesn't see it herself
But everyone else
Sees.


It's too late now.
She's committed.
As I suspected, she pulls out
Another. Smooth, long,
White. She walks
Away.

— The End —