Radiotherapy

Napowrimo #4 Rhyming poem

Napowrimo #4


Radiotherapy
I came gloved and masked to the party
Guests were nowhere to be seen
The radiation room was cold and clean

Told to take off my top
Dropped it on the chair in a flop
No refusal was accepted in contrepartie

But my gloves I kept
For a lady I’m adept

I learnt to hold my breath
In time to rhyme
Twenty seconds is a long time
To risk death

I was placed on a rack
Got three tattoos to keep track
Of the position of my body

 I was projected inside the infernal ring
Hissing and ringing
Not once by thrice
To be cured is the price.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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