Leukaemia

run with me brother,
for one last time we’ll hunt together.
it’s been too long to say (i love you)
but i regret every yesterday,
and forget the way our lines frayed
as we stayed at arteries length,
and strayed still further.
now i’ll write our hunt together.
sometime, as we aged,
our vessels gave in to high water
(rupture)
plasma drained all the cause i could muster,
and i was too afraid to paddle through:
i couldn’t drown myself to pass air onto you.
tonight, my friend that doesn’t matter;
we’ll hunt together,
and tear at the cancer.
until your anaemic blood is mine.
until our veins can flow into our teeth
(cracking the marrow in lymphatic release).
so my heart might metastasise
and fight your transience with permanent peace.

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