Pincushion
Dreaded words that no one longs to hear
Echo
Echo
Echoing
In your ears.
The words that are a messenger
Sent by a ghoul in a black, spectral cloak.
Threatening you and the ones you love
Not only your lives
But your sanity
As the very life you knew before
Is destroyed by those terrible words as if they are cutting daggers.
The presence of those words raise the hairs on your arms
And send shivers down your spine.
For you no longer know what is going to come, and life will never be the same.
Your loved one has cancer.
The effect of those words like daggers
The emotions inside of you
Suddenly running out of your mouth in uncomprehending remarks,
Or coming out of your eyes
As tears
Slowly
Dripping.
Everything around you quickly changes
As you are whisked away from them.
You see them in glimpses
On their way back from an MRI
On their way to a hospital room
Constantly being moved.
Poked,
Prodded,
And Jabbed by needles
Attempting to save their life.
All the same, they feel the pain from those needles.
Nothing sinks in until you find yourself alone.
Always alone.