It planted a seed in my head,

manifests into a tumour: malignant.

Eating into my brain, tearing into my heart;

chokes my breaths, sweats my palms;

losing all sensibility, blinding what is apparent.

What is apparent?

Maybe it’s just an obscure shadow on the black – white film,

but a losing mind cannot distinguish.

Vulnerability.

An obscure shadow?

A tumour.