Lay of the land

Kren

I lay on the land

The warmth of it made my back warm

The warmth goes through my body

It was not warmth but a tumor

I had sun cancer.

 

The doctor says nothing can be done.

 

I turn to Jesus

He helps me

But I still fucking died in the end.

 

-Kren

  • Author: Kren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2016 12:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: A true story. Still recovering from death
  • Category: Short story
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