• shreyax 10w

    Cancer.

    My mouth,
    the medicine makes it bitter.
    This disease that covers me.
    Was it always like this?
    It was a slow cloud.
    I ran ahead of it until one day,
    I stopped,
    and it rained red.

    But then this bitter mouth,
    reminds me of the lips,
    I was allowed to taste once.
    Now, gone.
    This pest is swallowing my organs,
    and you're gone.
    ©shreyax