She, Champion

Breast cancer rises and 

digs its root-like claws into the dirt.

It hisses and groans while squeezing native flowers and trees

suffocating their lungs.

It cackles

piercing every ear drum with a needle wet with musical poison

sucking every fruit dry

and slurping every last droplet of blood from your veins.

Breast cancer stops

awaiting its defeat.

Breast cancer sees

its inevitability.

She swings and swings breast cancer around and around and around.

With a great 'oof!'

the monster soars.

Crumbles into the earth.

Listen as its final hiss dissipates

with the rise of ambient vibrations

of general living and being.

She is great.