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Clean-up in Aisle 7

Heart pounding anxiety—

But no mental chaos.

Chemo didn’t knock on my heart,
it burst in like the KoolAid man
with a “fuck you!”.

Ventricular meltdown, seeing stars,
is this the time I cross into
the next dimension: always living
in the space between here and there.

I’d say it’s exhilarating,
but who really wants to cardiac arrest
in the middle of the supermarket.

How embarrassing.
Written by Eerie
Published
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25/30
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