Imagine a tiny black flower, <br />the nurse says, <br />blossoming in your spleen. <br /> <br />Already, I can feel the radiation <br />burning in my bones, <br />the CAT SCAN machine <br />like a shiny white coffin. <br /> <br />A sky purple as a bruise <br />drifts outside the hospital window. <br />Lights blink on the wall <br />like tiny red eyes. <br /> <br />Day after day the doctor waits, <br />for my face to fall off, <br />for my eyes to roll out my head <br /> <br />while you slowly short-circuit <br />the wires of my brain, <br />chewing through the meat of my days <br />with your beautiful black mouth.<br /><br />Chris Tusa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-cancer/
