Wednesday 20 November 2013

Astrocytoma .

Iridescent and belonging to all the light  
            of the constellations, 
This was how she used to be –   
            a luminescent contrast to the greytones. 

But there are chemicals taking her now 
            capturing the luster of youth and  
coating her body with a blankness:
            A canvas untouched, 
                                or since faded. 

Underwater Girl
Her mother remembers her as a flame 
            There’s nothing wrong with being still 
                        she tells herself, 
But she remembers when her girl would leap 
            with all the energy of the sun. 

There is heaviness layered behind 
            pale green eyes 
That sprung up somewhere between 
            test tubes and CAT scans and negative results. 
She can’t fix this. No one is fixing this. 

There is a fault in the framework – 
            they’ve found the problem but not the answers 
So what’s the point in all the dim rooms and 
            holding tight to words like ‘hope’ 
                        if everything perfect fucking dies? 

S. 

2 comments:

  1. I am so so sorry to hear about this, even if it is through beautiful words. Cancer has taken so much from me and watching it swoop down upon others is so hard. This is beautiful and I will send all of my best thoughts to you and yours.

    Em
    Tightrope to the Sun

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  2. You always pull me into your world when you write... you are so talented :)

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