Alyss
Smiling
Breaking inside and out
Pretending
This is the New Alyss
Laughing
Joking
Softball
Hair guru
Who she used to be.
Cancer.
Cancer is a bitch.
Chemo.
No hair.
skinhead.
She's too tired for softball.
She feels too much pain
when she laughs.
And the jokes stopped being funny.
She can't share hair secrets
when her own is lost.
And she's losing it to Cancer.
Alyss? Are you there?
In that intruder of a girl?
Or is Cancer all you are.
I cry for her
for me.
For the intruder, the thief
sucking away her strength
And I wish
I
was Alyss.
Smiling
Breaking inside and out
Pretending
And that she
was laughing
Joking
Softball
Hair guru
Who she used to be.
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