Cancerous

Swollen tissue. Damaged goods.
Unable to absorb the food.
The doctors don't know how
this came to pass. A mass
of something horrifying
breaking through her skin.
They named it cancerous.
It grew within.
Within the anger hoarded
when she couldn't get her way.
Within the marriage vows
born of a paper and a pen
that never centered
in the heart - oh pain!
The rain is weeping desperately
for secrets that were kept.
Was it only yesterday that wept...?
Ancient rites of sacrifice
were never quite enough
to make amends.
The winter's cold is growing
o'er the graveyard of their sins.
Each life, once lived,
is echoed in between.
Between the will and want
and great desire of fantasy.
Between the unknown taunts
of questioned insincerity.
Running round the center-point
but never quite achieving
the relief that we all seek.
It's over now, and yet it lingers on.
In swollen tissues. Damaged goods.
Unable to absorb the food.
The doctors don't know how
it comes to pass. A mass
of something horrifying
breaking through the skin.
Dead and gone, and yet
it lives again...

? Michaelette ?

11/1/2004
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