I found this poem I wrote while going through my little cancer episode:
FEAR
Fear is the color of over ripe bananas that smell nauseatingly sweet.
Fear tastes like bile rising in the throat.
It sounds like fingernails drawn across the chalkboard and feels like the surgeons’ knife making the first incision.
FEAR
Fear tastes like bile rising in the throat.
It sounds like fingernails drawn across the chalkboard and feels like the surgeons’ knife making the first incision.
FEAR
©2009 butterfly angel
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Incredible.
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