It's eating you,
beating you
into submission,
soaking
into every pore and cell
of your being,
like a germ,
making you squirn
and sweat.
It's flowing through your veins
like liquid poison,
and being exhaled
with every breath.
It's a foreign body.
Unwelcome.
Killing you quietly.
You need an antidote
to grab it by the throat
and promote
what was there before.
Before THAT
started eating you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The big C springs to mind a sixletter obscenity