• She is an infection.
    She is a sickness that crept in through the tiniest wound.
    At first, no more than a cough or a sneeze -
    tab easily overlooked, dismissed, forgiven,
    but soon blossomed into a pain, an ache, inflamed.
    To treat her was to aggravate her -
    tab two forward, one back, two back, three-
    until the fever developed
    tab tab and spread.

    She was an epidemic.
    She was contagious so that all who knew her suffered.
    The first victims were friends, three-
    tab all close, innocent, taken by surprise.
    but soon spread to family, who pretended to be well.
    Enduring pain, seeking solace -
    tab strength fading, then growing, then failing-
    a cure was finally found
    tab tab and I broke free.

    She is a disease.
    She is an affliction that leaves lasting scars.
    At first, small pains with recovery -
    tab a p***k, a twitch, a dizziness,
    but soon returns the risk of relapse.
    Everything hosts her, she waits-
    tab she wants, she burns, she feeds-
    I may never truly be free
    tab tab of her, this cancer.

    I tried to save you
    tab it almost killed me.