My Abuser
Chemo chains me to my bed
Holds me hostage
In my house
Sometimes I fight it fatigue
Sometimes I give in rest
Some days I lust
To dance with the sun
Smothering kisses flood face
Bare shoulders caressed
When chemo barges in my room
I flirt with him a seductive wink
Tell him I know he’d never hurt me lies
Smile longingly interlock my hand with his
Suggest we take a ride
Go to the park
See friends
He runs his hand through my hair
Ok Baby But remember…
Anxious for the sun to see me
I wear bright Bohemian pants
Splashes of turquoise orange green and gold like the sun (golden shoes to match)
And yes, pants peppered
With mushrooms flowers AND sunrays
I apply MAC lipglass Love Child
To chapped lips
A sunny afternoon delight
Spending time with friends comrades my bestie
Many of them smiling in my face remarking
You don’t look like what you’ve been through
I glance at Chemo
Bite my lip
Silently scream
Baby, I ain’t gonna tell them
About that long vertical scar raised skin
Eclipsed by darkened moon craters
Uhhh that wasn’t you
That was Cancer my last lover
Babe, I won’t mention
The black cracked soles of my feet neuropathy
I’ll hide my hands in my pockets palms and fingernails pitch black like night
I rise from my chair
Headed to ladies’ room
To reapply foundation Lipglass
That mask discolored cheekbones scaly lips
Chemo jerks me by the arm
Barks in my ear
It’s time to go tell them goodbye
My brain scamrbled scrambled
Cannot find the right words
Chemo looks at them softens his voice
We gotta go she’s tired
They nod in understanding
I pray one of them
Will rescue me
From the chains of my home
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Your words create this heartbreaking story in ways that open my heart to you.
Very touching.
You have lived with them so long, they are characters in your life. The personification works so well, Lisa, but I know you look forward to a day when they leave for good. Hugs!!