What causes friendships and metastatic cancer to repel one another like two magnets? The metastatic breast cancer diagnosis I received three and a half years ago sent most of my friends and family scattering like roaches under appliances in a suddenly lit kitchen.
Expressing the greedy silence A picture’s worth of words Swallowed whole by memory’s avarice. Wishing wells charge five cents for Lies it disguises as your dreams and Sells for a penny a dozen accidents. Ascending into the ravenous night, Darkness craves sleepers who whisper Hungry with the first sun’s frowning light. Handmade gifts thoughtfully cost
One night last week Canferatu possessed my intestinal tract. The inhuman noises growled low and deep, as surely once awake, I’d look in the bathroom mirror to find I’d become vampiric, zombified, even bloodless. Only the undead, at least in movies, moan as though they’ve contracted a case of projectile diarrhea. Further proof of my