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Radiation Sickness

Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods
I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls
Retching up toxic filth within 
an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm
forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin
Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out 
but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety 
carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist 
the splattered mucus develops into a mural 
speckled with irradiated lies
Etching deep into the walls
a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul 
Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands
takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia 
absolving my torments once and for all, 
unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real. 
look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation 
Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul 
innards burning like hell
The walls turn molten
meltdown complete

By
David Kavanagh

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Sigrid Ermine

Date: 3/16/2021 5:12:00 PM

David, your agility is astounding! This disgusting Cancer poem can be read and balked at many times over. The strange confronting images have stuck with me.... (bad comparison word) - the bloody bile, - words you used to depict the diseased are vivid, haunting. Inspiration for horrible image is off the hook!

David Kavanagh
Date: 3/17/2021 2:23:00 AM

Heya Sigrid delighted to hear from you, this one has a lot going on, it’s mostly about the wilful spreading of hatred, lies, and disease, leading to depression, which has manifested into a choking cancer in its own right, I do use vivid language, to build my picture, it was needed to describe my angst, couldn’t avoid the meltdown at the end, I felt better after it, cheers David