Radio therapy

It is in a belly again that it would happen

Of tiny cells that grew without permission

In a splurge of the body, behind the back

And an inside has to go of a bag of beings.

Twenty five times blue rays have to touch

As if it is  morning sun on the sitting patio.

We cannot seem to edit  noise in the belly

The fears rising in the depths of its blues

The little blue powder, its magnificent rays.

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