Warped Fairy

Nan, you were wheeled in without
warning. My heart snapped when
I saw you, shrivelled up like a dry
potato. You held onto my hand so
tightly, afraid life would let go. This
was your hell, in my terrible hospital,
where you were left for rubbish
by your cancer, left to rot. You sat
there, so small in the big bed, swearing
like a slut, seeing the very worst
in people - you always saw the best.
I was appalled that you could change
so much, now a warped fairy waving
your sick wand, casting suffering.
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