you didn’t knock
you kicked the door in
your seeds of fear were sown immediately
your evil harvest would someday be full
you have stolen her words
you have weakend her independence
you have addled her mind
you have numbed half her body
you haunt her with loneliness
you are taking aim at her spirit
fuck you
she is not yours to take
the seeds of her heart and spirit will forever be hers
and ours
as she has planted them within all of us
you didn’t knock
jkjkjkjkjkjyou kicked the door in
your seeds of fear were sown immediately
your evil harvest would someday be full
you have stolen her words
you have weakened her independence
you have addled her mind
you have numbed half of her body
you haunt her with loneliness
you are taking aim at her spirit
fuck you
she is not yours to take
the seeds of her heart and spirit will forever be hers
and ours
as she has planted them within all of us
looking in your window 
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Haunting, Ian.
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So painful to read–it’s that perfect description of what it feels like to watch someone you love battle cancer. My wife’s ovarian cancer spread to her brain so… I can relate
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A well-written piece. I am sorry for your loss. Apologies if this is a duplicate comment. Sometimes WordPress blogs don’t play nice for me.
~Cie from Naughty Netherworld Press~
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