Portrait of a Monster

If cancer were a monster, I imagine that it would look something like this:

an amorphous mass of bulges,
skin colored lumps growing out of control.
a double helix grin stretches wide across its face
with nucleic acid fangs constructing my doom.

pitiless eyes reflect an eternity of white walled rooms.
its claws would be chisels to engrave a family of tombstones.
it would have star-crossed strands of Medusa hair.

if I dare to look too long, I'll may meet my fate,
joining my daddy and aunt,
in wherever the hell your consciousness goes after
you've proven to be too weak for this purgatory called life.