A lump
Not in my throat,
though it would be safer there
It's nothing
No need to worry

Hey, mysterious tissue
Let's make a deal
It's our secret
Stay hidden from caring hands
And I'll house you with soft skin
The conditions of board are:
no growth, no movement, no change
Sell me peace of mind

No doctors
I don't want to hear "Next please..."
In that starting gun voice
Forcing me to walk down the pristine corridor
To meet cold hands and furrowed brow
I don't need a stethoscope
Or comfort from his paper flower ... degree
If I want a second opinion...
I'll ask myself twice

"I'll be fine"
Get used to that standard response
You'll find no solace in my empty voice
Your doubt is not welcome here

Yes, I am young
With a strong steady pulse
It's no surprise it burrowed into my breast
Sleeping close to my heart

Fickle, they say
But it offered me immunity
If I protect it from the shiny blade
That would sink into my skin
And tear it from its newly found home

It's a month old now
No candles and cake for this infant
My body revolts
Forcing my hands to my chest
Demanding examination
To prove the enigma has grown

My veins mediate discussion
Pumping concern from all parts of the body
- to my heart
Lungs quivering with fear,
as they are stalked:
Beneath a masquerade of innocence
... by my boarder

Hey, morbid tissue
I thought you liked your home
But you attempt to spread your corruption
And so you shall consume me no longer
I refuse to rent you more space
Greet the smiling silver blade
My breath will not feed you

Hey, old friend
It's time to say goodbye
Denial kept you safe
But I can't accept your parasitic embrace
... anymore

"Next please..."
Evict it, Doctor
Yeah, maybe I am young
Too young to die, I think
He cradles my diseased friend
with his smooth latex gloves
It's partly over...

"I'm ok"... now
With no muffled cry in my throat
And no lump in my breast...