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12/23/2010

Pain

My cells are wilted petals
that drown in radiation.
I scale my pain from 1 to 10,
and curse my own creation.
These eyes you see
don't belong to me
owned by bloodshot demons
my cracking lips smile widely
despite the chemo haze.
I spend my dayscounting down the ways
that I am taken care of
and wish away the cascading pain
I see in all your faces.

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Ever said...

Thank you, dear! Xxx