Sometimes we would argue. We were confused; scared; waiting. After one foolish argument. I played it over in my head, adding thoughts and words so that it would intensify my pain. The chemotherapy played havoc with my brain.
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Of the unsuspecting couple
Accusations rampant as they spar:
"You said. . ."
"No, you said. . ."
Becomes the battle cry.
"You make me feel small."
"You don't really care if this cancer kills me or not."
"I don't like what you said."
"I don't like your attitude."
"I'm leaving."
"Go and take your ugly cancer-ridden body with you."
"But what will I do?"
"Maybe we should think this through."
Satan guffaws.
"He wants you dead."
"She wants to control you."
Lies. . .lies. . .lies.
Hush. Wait for the Holy Hush.
[The silence deafens the couple]
Love enters - a crimson cross reflects a sacrifice.
"Forgive them Father."
They embrace, pressing their hearts together.
The fiery darts fall to the ground -
Spent.
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