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.