Radiation Relfection, Day 16

If breast cancer is a grim reaper,
she’s not following me around,
but the grim reaper of anxiety was
in the passenger seat of my car,
draped in long, black, hooded cloth,
whispering I’d die of something,
just not cancer.

I tried breathing in smoke,
letting out light -
Then I turned my heart into a star -
infinite beams
reaching out to everyone around me -

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Anxiety’s grim reaper
can’t stand photons -
slips out the passenger window
following lies.