by cassie hughes   May 4, 2021

Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change?
A day becomes a week
then reduces to a blink
of an eye.
Hospital scent overlays each tick
of the unruly clock
as needles prick in endless
rounds of what and why
then smothers all
in one quick choking squeeze
before cancer
grins a smug hello.


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by hiraeth

    Haunting. You know because of COVID, and because of the resulting vaccines, there are new avenues to treat cancer that are being worked on, hopefully one day in the soon future, the word 'cancer' no longer carries the weight it does.

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