This growth is a cancer it is a tumor it is wild
It bubbles and bursts so I slice it
I dig and carve this growth dig it out of my skin
The red on the paper dots and spirals
Like fractals and just like my tumor
Sinking and soggy this paper and inside me
I think it's gone and done I've cut it out
But after a little I still feel that familiar ache
That itch and that sore spot signify the root grasping deep and tight
And it comes back
The little scars split and heal and bleed every time
Deep and tight it always comes back. 


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