Cancer


Creeping little parasite
Like a sick black tick
You squirmed your way in
And burrowed behind the cushions
Wasting away at the settee
Until it was sagging into itself
Like melting from the inside
with you
in there
Burrowed and reeking
A quiet thief
Hiding cowardly
Stealing away all that isn't yours.

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