Pinktober
Mr. Breast Cancer
Mr. Breast Cancer is an avid traveller
On wings of his own he flies anon
A nomad he is, restless in nature
Bivouacking in earthly goddesses
Lives close to their ruby pink hearts
Listening to their musical beats
The doctors not know his elusive habits
Sometimes visible sometimes invisible
They use a bait and fish him out
But Mr. Breast Cancer slyly winks
Playing hide and seek
Befooling the scientists
His hunger pangs uncontrollable
Scavenging the loveliest
No better place for a voyeur
Than corroding their breasts
Rummaging through their nodes
Their bosoms he spoils
Their crowns he pilfers
Their spirits he empties
Leaves them to be epitaphed
Guffaws at feminine vulnerability
Leering at the next new babe
Armouring to fresher newer battlegrounds
FIFTH
Balveen Cheema
September 18, 2015
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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