The Cancer Cave

I sit here,
In the cancer cave
Mask covering face
So i can only breathe
My own stale air.
At times
I have to lower it
To get some fresh air.

I am being Chernobyled
At the spot.
Where the cells decided
They wanted to do things
their way;
not the way of the body;
Not the way of the Mother;
At least I don't think so.

So as i wait.
I decided with nothing to do.
To type out words.
Maybe questions.

One question is
Why has my sight
Been only being looked at by
Almost every other day.?

My name,
Echos through the cave.
Bouncing back and forth
Along the walls.
So i say so long.
Time to be chernobyled.

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