Drop Dead

Dear Cancer,

Fuck you, I know what you do. All the terrible things that you put people through. Though the science is there, they still let you breed, because the almighty dollar exceeds people's needs.

You show up out of no-where, terrorizing each person you touch, ravage and destroy in your sick fucking clutch. You torment and taunt anyone within reach, yeah, fuck you and die, please pardon my speech.

But you come and you go, giving false hope and calm. Then come back with a vengeance, like a 5-star alarm. Taking those that we love, without a second thought, young, old, rich or poor, you don't care who you got.

People I love have been fighting for years, you have no regard for all of our pain or our tears. You keep coming back until everything's gone, surgery after surgery and still you live on.

They cut out what they can, and then radiate, if never before, I understand the word hate. Because hate is exactly what I feel for you, if I had any control, I'd give cancer to you.

Then I would smile as I sat and recorded your demise, watching the death of the one I despise. I would video it all and post it out on tic-toc, and we'd start a go fund me and sell out all the stock.

And give something so small, back to the people you've hurt. Who've buried their loved one's six feet down in the dirt. And we would dance in the streets, celebrating you're dead, and everyone who was sick, would get out of their beds.

Then we'd build up a pit and light you on fire, adding the fuel so the flames would burn higher and higher. And when the fire burns out, we will bury your ash, so deep down in the ground - there is no way you'll come back.

I know that this won't happen, but I wish that it would, I want you to disappear and be gone for good. But for now, just know I will stand here and fight. We will not go quietly into the good night.

I hope this letter finds you on the edge of goodbye, where no more of my family from your filth will die.

Sincerely, Kelli