You’re so sweet. So little and naive. So weak and vulnerable. Mine to take. You fit in an arm. All snuggled up and happy. That is until I came around. Your cries are my joy. Your smiles are my poison. I spread through your body, with only one goal. I must not be too sneaky, because you caught up only at phase two. My plan was compromised, but I shall keep on. I’ll grow big. Big enough for you to fade.

They cut into your small fragile body. You’re poked with needles that make you cry. I’ve grown big, but not for long, because this next time they’ll find me. You’re cut open again. They took me out. I failed my mission without a doubt. Though I created some damage, you’ll live to celebrate that I am gone. And that, my victim, disappoints me the most.

Forever in waiting,

Cancer

(Hey! Thank you for reading this! I know it’s small, but what I wrote is quite real. I decided on cancer for this prompt for two reasons. One is because I had spinal cancer, stage two. My second reason is that today marks the day twelve years ago I had my cancer removed. Thank you again for reading! 🤍)