Treasure Island

Jackie Allen


The Big C


You were not invited, yet you surreptitiously walked in during the morning hours, the shower in the background and Madonna dancing and singing, while I cupped my hands and....screamed! You were there, and for months you had accompanied me, wearing such clever disguises that no one recognized you, though I had had a suspicion.

You were there, hiding, minute by minute, growing in confidence for the moment you would strike the final blow. You were there even as I delayed reporting you to yet, still another investigator. Would that he had been able to reveal your identity and to punish you, yes, even kill you, you who are now trying to end my life!

You have perpetuated your abuse on me, devouring and rendering me into someone I do not recognize. l look into the mirror and I am broken, but still I feel you, growing stronger as I grow weaker... I am tear soaked, chilled, and stone cold as I think of you lying warm within, you, growing in your comfort, becoming one with me.

You! Listen! Die! Die! Oh, How I wish you would die! And, though I did not choose to drink of your essence, nevertheless, you empty your awesome power into me. I can no longer fight. I am drained of all energy. As Madonna sings and dances into the background, I wonder if anyone will hear me crying?

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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