I feel a tumor of terror in my throat. It's so very small. Like a seed I can't seem to clear with drinks from a thousand cups.
I envision the evolution of it's growth. From dissatisfaction to indifference; from brusque to bored. And I am not a skilled enough surgeon to extricate it on my own. Home surgery is not enough.
This cancer will kill one of us, without a miracle.
6:28 p.m. - 2015-06-25
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