Malicious Software
 
 Devoured by a virus,  
 Her body fights Osiris.
 Brokenhearted blue iris,  
 Etched into the papyrus.
  
 Stitches stapling the fleck,  
 Morphine, hits the bloody deck,  
 Breathing through a bottleneck,  
 A broken attendance check.
  
 The chemo is the pillar,
 Also the white cell killer,
 Lost in a painful griller,  
 Where is god, the pain thriller?
 
 Survival is the end game.
 The remnants, who is to blame?
 Cancer I disclaim your name.
 We will not let you lay claim. 

Contagion

It was sublime.
A reprieve from cancer's slime.
My mother's victory we chimed,
Fooled by reverse pantomime.

Vengeful malignancy confirmed.
Her lungs malformed,
Carcinoma; her life scorned,
A metastasised poison stormed.

Where is my mother's lifeline?
Why does it have a deadline?
We don't know the dateline.
But there will be an end-time.

Categories: Books, Naked Violet

Tags: cancer, family, mother, survivor