the ugly writers

prognosis

I trespass into the world beyond the living in this mindscape, i see him— a deep entanglement in a chasm of nothingness; faceless, he sits, he waits
the ugly writers

The Night Boseman Died

Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer.  Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.

Cancer

I wanted to be that person for you… The one that can make you proud The one that can make those tears stop I wanted to be with you… To warm you up during cold nights To share fastfood breakfasts…