Twinges
Once you've had cancer, even after
every odd sensation is worms
beginning to nibble you.
Jabbing pains, persistent aches
or coughs, cuts slow to heal can be
a witch's finger poking your flesh
to see if you're fath enough yet for the oven,
can be a choking piece of poisoned apple,
a spindle's prick casting an evil spell.
How to trick the witch, get the weight
of her own ego to throw herself
into the fire instead, how to
enlist hte assistance of dwarves
and princes for rescue. Before,
death was a fairy tale that would
never actually happen to us.
What liars our parents were!
The bogyman is too real!
That's not just the pounding of our hearts
when we discover another questionable
mole. It's him on horseback,
his hoof beats aiming our way
to scare right into us, living hell.
We stick out our tongues, bare claws,
make like gargoyles, trying to protect
this sanctuary of our blood and breath
and drive off the monster another little while.
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