Cancer

A fit of laughter pierces her ears

A sound memory of her torn childhood

A surreal noise, a trigger

The once angelic music ravaged

Now unattainable

A shadowed figure wearing a dark mask of triumph

Sits in a space as saturated as her mind

Infiltrating her senses

Her every thought being flooded with negativity

She sits in her room

Alone

Staring into the distance

Imagining a life worth living

Where angels could freely roam the world

Absurdity being a tall tale

Their music never being ravaged

Where living could be easy

And not brimmed with the pressures of being perfect

But that world doesn't exist

Here, cancer roams the world

In every mind and body it spreads

It feeds off of our pain

And grows in our hearts

Here where angels are born

But grow to die

About the Author

Daisy Boone is an aspiring author who has just recently graduated high school. She plans to go to college, acquire a degree in English, and later work in publishing. She loves animals, art, music, photography, and much more. Daisy's favorite types of writing include poetry and fiction.