Empty Hangar

A poem about a cancer, and a scared young woman.

 

Empty closet

Empty hanger

 

Piss yellow hospital walls

Chemo again

 

The same room

But alone

 

Someone moved out

Away from me

 

No cellmate

I sit

 

I like my hair

I like my friends

 

I dream of wind blowing my hair

With my friends

 

Friends there stay with me

Friends here just die

 

Away from me

Fear’s tears fall

 

Into the sink

Away from me

 

My hair falls

Away with my hope

 

I am bald

I am afraid

 

I resent

I mock

 

Alone

Me

Empty closet

Empty hangar

Author's Note

Thoughts?

Reviews

[Mia]

Random but when I got to the authors note it was the first time I saw your picture…first it startled me and then I laughed which made me feel terrible…after reading such a heart breaking write, it was incredibly inappropriate.
“I like my hair
I like my friends”
…was the breaking point for me because I could sense where you were going with it and I didn’t want you to
Saying it is a great write doesn’t seem right because of the subject matter but it’s a great write and so I must acknowledge that!

[exotic flotsam]

thank you for reading my work Mia. your startled reaction and a laugh tells me I have lead you into my write. it is a consummately sad poem. I considered cancer on the whole, but it felt too big for my pen. i tried to distill the modern plague to just one person and its impact. perhaps that is why it reads so darkly. i appreciate your deep read and candid review. feel free to read any of my work. some lighthearted pieces lurk 'midst the darkness. Thanks again.
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