Starting so small
A twisted cell
Lesion
Cannot heal
Gone
Suddenly gone
It fled down a road
Congealed
A lump
Just a bump
There, always there
Until
We feed it, and we feed it well
Charity baby,
Our oxygen, our blood
Watch it swell
Consume, and consume, and consume
Take, and take, and take
Cell, after cell, after cell
Then stop
Reprieve for the aliens that dwell
Rest till you hear the next bell
Oh ye twisted cells
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2026 09:34
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Comments1
Frightening and sad this poem speaks of a dreaded illness that we still have no handle on. Well written
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