The Blackness

Frightful day, full of strain, waiting, wondering, hoping, clock watching, biding time. Final word spoken. The darkness did descend. Lying in wait. A wicked demon hibernating in my chest, ready to devour life. Awakening, identified by a slight thickness, ever so slight. Confirmed by rays of energy, burnt onto a Plasticine membrane. A plague of cells out of control, toiling for dominance, determined to win. But it will not, I will fight. Excise the evil, take it all. Am I half of Venus without both. Willful poisoning to survive. Amid the vomiting, dizziness, and weakness. I test the will to live. Recovery is tedious, agonizingly slow. Day by day, looking forward to a day without the fear of envelopment by the darkness.