Sunday, March 09, 2014

The Collections: Live Through This

Aggressive Treatment

Don’t talk to me about options.
When I say kill the cancer, I mean I want it dead.

Slash it, burn it, poison it without mercy
without stopping to sweep the hair from the floor

or scrub the red from the sheets. I don’t care
about the tumor’s grade and stage. Knock it down

to nothing the way people who see me coming do  
turning from my limp and my lash-less gaze

blind to what it costs me to stay here.

--Live Through This