cancer causing indifference.

I used to cross my thighs to tease,
now I dot my eyes with tears.

But I can’t get you to leave me.

Apathetic.
Sympathetic.
Empathetic.
Simply pathetic.

I can’t get you to leave me.

Poisons pumped to relieve me,
the medications, they deceive me.


Heaving.
Grieving.
Deceiving.
Never leaving.

I can’t get you to leave me.

Annuals always get to die
so why, oh why, can’t I?

Melodrama
Melancholy
Melanoma
Melting away.

Why won’t you just leave me?

You are my radiation,
just a palliative fixation.

Noting
Nodding.
Noticing.
Needing.

I just need you to leave me.

The never ending purging,
the pain forever surging.

Convulsing
Conforming.
Confusion.
Cancer.

Please, Dear God, just leave me.




©2001 by Cher Ladd-Vuolo

gone again.

Say goodnight, Mother.
The child had gone to bed.
No more visions of
innocence or
delusions of your grandeur.

Say goodnight, Mother.
The lights are out and
the child is tucked in,
the blanket, a makeshift noose
around a tiny neck.

Say goodnight, Mother.
For she hears you down the hall.
The laughter from beyond
your bedroom door.
Low dulcet tones and sultry smells.

Say goodnight, Mother.
She has packed her bags.
Only a teddy and a teddy bear.
You never know what a
grown up girl will need someday.

Say goodnight, Mother.
She'll never be like you.
The bed remains unmade.
It is now yours to lie in.
The child is gone.




©2006 Cher L.V. Tushiah