A 9-Year-Old's Memories of Cancer

The house blinked, 

Wheelchairs ran,

The bed sagged, 

The sun shone.

But the world bleached.

The room blinked, 

And the machines Beeped.

The tubes ran, 

Red and clear,

red and Clear.

The lights were Bright.

But the room was Dark.

The world blinked,

And for a second,

There were no feelings. 

The room Silent,

But the whispers. 

Screamed.

So I closed my eyes,

And the Whispers

They swallow me.