Her cones are dysfunctional; Colours fail to be trapped; She fails to even see; The honey in her own eyes.   Her sunrises and sunsets are homogeneous, All seasons to her are analogous to fall, But maybe her world is more united, Where green and red don't stand apart!   Maybe to you, her world … Continue reading Colourblind


The Big C

As I'm wheeled in, As I pretend to be intrepid from within; I learn new acronyms - R-EPOCH, R-CHOP, My new props, That would hopefully help me again atop.   Rituximab, Doxorubicin, Cyclophosphamide, Vincristine, One by one, they shine dangling above me, Like guaranteed freedom, by a decree. And I lay there as these constellations … Continue reading The Big C