cancer
the
shivers come
yet
it is warm outside
others
perspire
yet
i have dried out
shrivelled like a prune
skin
sallow like fruit left out in June
my
insides rotting
my
outside greying
every
movement draws pain
every
breath reminds me one less remains
i
am not blessed
anymore
i
look to the door
for
help
to
leave
i
believe
in
nothing
still
i
breathe.