Grandfather Grandfather, I've heard that there's a little lump of cancerGrandfather by =CyneNoir
lying in your bed, resting its head
between the bed sheets, where it curls
against your side like a bloated alley cat; close enough
to finger every heartbeat
that races through your pale blue veins. I've heard
that it comes a-knocking in the night like a stranger,
wandering door to door along your ribcage
and running its hand down the thin paper walls
as it looks for a quiet place to sleep away the stars.
I've heard that it comes into your bed
and peels your eyelids apart
and roots itself inside your dreams, silent
as a secret. The tumors grew within your pancreas
like
Monitor will be here soon, I have the urge to draw, I can't wait. This laptop makes me feel claustrophobic. 
Glad 
Sta.sh
darlin'! 
