The C Word

[Brit Boi Gee]

It gathers on the lips of the petrified,
and becomes watered down by its commonness in tears,
there is still a shock, though only partial,
because through the media it always appears:
In the statistics, in the consumption,
in the GM foods; in the way we function.
in our processed foods and our DNA,
making the cells divert into decay.
Don't tell me, don’t say it, I’ve already heard
the terrifying casual way people use that C word.
I'm not sure what scares me the most,
the C word or how people treat it like a ghost,
or a common cold which evolves into a death
or the fear of it coming back to leave nothing left.
Women prepare by removing their healthy breasts,
We try to eat five pieces of fruit and get our rest.
We try to exercise and eat our veg.
We scan packages for dyes said to contain the means
to switch on the time bomb that lights a fuse in our genes.
Dear God, spare that baby girl all of the radiation,
all of the families fears, and trepidation!
Take away that Dreaded C word that lingers in the bedding,
and stops a daughter from having her mother at the wedding.
Take away that Black Death which fevers the soul,
and chills it to the deepest need for bone marrow.
Take that awful C word that even claims the sun,
when upon the skin the particles turn in delirium
and multiply into dark patches that weep onyx black,
Lord, I thought the water would refresh us all back.
But Alas, the C word is heard amongst the gathering,
between the silences of two friends, now it is happening;
The severity is felt above the muffle of voices,
and the continual clinking of cutlery above the noises
Flashing in the eyes to the right and left:
Treatment, Recuperation, Remission, death.
Her friend tries to console her in any manner she can,
by silent gestures like touching her hand,
but she feels contaminated by this foreign body,
which occupies some space in her unwittingly.
Something which took refuge in her summerhouse,
and tried to wreck it by painting it somber grey,
and now the doctor’s office, the smell won’t go away.

[Ghostly Notes]

This was very interesting. What is the C-word you're talking about by the way? Is it a metaphor, or an actual word?

[Brit Boi Gee]

its an actual word, I thought there were ample clues in the poem as to what it is. I left out an explanation as a sort of protest against how its commoness has seemed to dull its severity.

[Bhitiah]

I loved this Brit, Your an amazing writer and I LOVE reading your work. You should post more, You probably think you post enough, but you dont.

[MisterEThoughts]

I loved this quite a bit... Very original... I love your poetry... Really makes you go wow! heh....
fav lines...


It gathers on the lips of the petrified,
and becomes watered down by its commonness in tears,
there is still a shock, though only partial,
because through the media it always appears:
In the statistics, in the consumption,
in the GM foods; in the way we function.
in our processed foods and our DNA,
making the cells divert into decay.

loved that... true is the truth....

[Mind~$oul]

This was about Cancer people. Atleast that's what I got out of it. Man this was a beautiful poem man. The last poem I seen in the realm that was done about Cancer was Kpucha's poem called, "Three Words." It was about when she found out that her mother had breast cancer. The most replied poem in the realm over. Well over 200.

This was very heartfelt and hit home for me because my grandmother has been struggling with breast cancer for the past couple of months. Just one of those things you dont expect to happen to you but when it does it's the hardest thing ever.


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