Ordinary Clothes

She stepped into an open-backed gown She felt silly (slightly chilly) dancing with her cancer and the doctor’s voice telling her like a casual god in an empty monotone how long how many months ...she had to live until Death would come whirl her in a Waltz Fox-trot or pasa-doble (he couldn’t tell) as if they were couple No.! in Come Dancing! “Charmed, I’m sure! ” Demure, she looked at him under her eyelashes Taking his bony hand in hers... she would have to practice to be perfect for her Death. She had never done this before. The hospital gown opened at the back was the only thing she was worried about. I can feel people seeing my bum she thought to her self to a self that wasn’t there anymore and had fled with the news. An emptiness inside her filled with cancer echoed the emptiness outside her. The clock stood at a quarter past 3 as if it would be always a quarter past 3 ...for ever. It was a Tuesday just being an ordinary bloody stupid Tuesday. An angry bee argued with the glass That let the sunshine in but kept the summer outside (so tantalisingly close) . She longed for her ordinary clothes but someone had taken them away.