Cancer
All day he sits in a chair, watching
winter spread like white linen,
clutching the body, fingers,
frigid in the hospital,
frail as chalk, or
white lies-
"You'll survive".
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2012
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