September 8, 2014 | Occasus | Issue 4 | Poetry
quiet hours on the oncology ward
IVs dripping into collapsed veins like
ink blots on the horizon tear stains streaking down the sunset outside the hospital window coarse hands grip prematurely aged ones rubbing fingers against worn skin like medicine exhaling wordless prayer to whatever god was listening the silence was cancer and it’s driving you down the last real moments you felt alive |
VICTORIA WIEBE is a first year student at Western University, with an intended major of Psychology with a minor in Creative Writing. Writing has always been her passion, penning three novel-length works (two of which, Continuum and The Lonely Hearts, have been published), as well as countless poems. She will serve as President of Creative Writing Club for the 2014-2015 year, as well as editor-in-chief of Nom de Plume literary magazine.