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.