Seventeen Days Since My Veins Were Filled with Poison

Seventeen days
Since my veins were filled
With
Poison.

Funny how you need
Poison
to kill
poison.

Chemotherapy -
The Mother
Of all
Duckers.

Thirst,
Sweat,
Heart palpitating,
Throat closing,
Vomiting,
Gut wrenching,
Belly swollen,
Cracked lips,
Crashing,
Unrecognizable
Self….

Hopeless,
Tears,
Zombie skin,
Sunken eyes,
Anxious,
Dehydrated,
No taste.

Lifeless.

Crawling back
To reality….
Slowly,
Steadily.

A magenta-hued sky
over a bronze meadow,
The soft brush
of a cat’s whiskers,
The aroma of a caramel-scented
sugar cookie candle,
The gaze of a
saw-whet owl
penetrating your soul,
The Snoopy and Woodstock
animated mailbox -

These are the medicines
of life…

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