
Cancer
by Iron Lung· from Sexless//No sex
I feel you inside me. Cold. Ruthless. I feel you eating me
Raw. Lifeless. You will strike me down without hate
Without anger. Like a butcher. Like a surgeon. Cold
Ruthless. Cancer. You will strike me down without fear
Without remorse. Like an animal devouring its prey
Cold. Ruthless. Cancer. I feel you inside me
Cold. Ruthless. Like an animal tearing the meat clean off the bone