- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Phucancer
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Click hereI’m done receiving offerings of earnest prayers.
I’m not impressed by news of upcoming medical advances.
Growth, by any other measure, would be a good thing,
But today my son should be 8.
I miss his goofy face and made up dances.
I found my middle school bully on Facebook
And reached out to bury my anger and be friendly.
Looking gaunt, she said she was thankful to be in remission.
Even revisiting a pain still raw
I wouldn’t wish your affliction on any of my worst enemies.
Knowledge of your existence adds to my fears of seeing a doctor.
I sense your exuberance to show yourself upon my latest breast exam.
Unimaginable! Desiring myself to kill! Yet…
I wish you breathing life like the lives you’ve taken,
So to strangle your cell dead with my bare hands.
- COMMENTS
Bn2f9 months agoAuthorI am well. Thanks all for the concerns. They are very much appreciated but I know of no one who has not had to deal with this disease on some level and this was the best draft I wrote that channeled my anger towards it and also could pass as something close to poetry. It is always a positive for this board when BlissMara gives a critique and I am sending lots of love and light to SilverVeil on her diagnosis and to an else suffering through this disease.
BlissMara9 months agoYour turns of phrase, so very stark, raw, naked, lasered. A visceral gut-punch; this poem demands re-reading. May you be well.
SilverVeil9 months agoI understand your anger. I was diagnosed 2 weeks ago. Angry, depressed, frustrated, terrified... I'm going through them all. My thoughts are with you.
29wordsforsnow9 months agoUnfortunately, there aren't enough expletives in all the languages on this world together to curse this disease, and honestly, it would be a waste of precious time to even spend a millisecond for swearing instead of making living the most important matter.
Thank you dearly for your poem.
