In Mammary Of: Maternal Bosoms

breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied Innocuously within fleshy tissue til oncologist could not hide Truth from females that birthed and availed motherly guide among most ever Harris heiress, whence treatment fried will power to live (I can only imagine) as rogue growth did elide as nemesis to body politick where no boxes of tissues dried the river of tears when such news shell shocked me – I cried for indiscriminate injustice whence fate snatched me father’s bride shunting any trivial tit for tat resentments re: grudges aside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - no other priority but being alive matters when surgeon knife for malignant curse forces impending mortals to value life purposeless double mastectomy performed when invisible mass rife with errant duty to destroy sense and sensibility commanding strife whether circumstance involved me eldest sister (still alive) or the late wife. me octogenarian widower father summoned breastworks when last breath o me long deceased mother – vehemently opposed being sentenced to death no matter visualization practiced – such as furiously swapping with broom who truthfully cursed with ovarian cancer, which spelt her actual doom an unstoppable toxic brew within her being that coursed as meandering flume Time elapsed, yet still difficult to espy wedding pictures with handsome groom that would be my 20 plus year old father unbeknownst ill fate would loom occupying cellular wall street where awry growth jostled for room a harbinger of lifelessness, whereby she chose creation versus burial in a tomb many fifty odd decades after my youngest sister exited the womb! by: matthew scott harris