For what it's worth, a pebble flung
My cancer has returned, the parasitic ghost in my lungs, feeding off every inhale. But I'll keep on feeding the squirrels (until I'm too much tumour & morphine). And that's not a euphemism. Well, not really...
My cancer has returned, the parasitic ghost in my lungs, feeding off every inhale. But I'll keep on feeding the squirrels (until I'm too much tumour & morphine). And that's not a euphemism. Well, not really...