A GOON RISES

Two weeks of fighting death my heart fluttering about the pills keeping me dazed from the pain is it gonna I asked coming out my pain the doctor hugging me saying i died three times the hospital bed a prison to my youngish mind, it in Remission you coming home in good health its was a relief though chemo pills made me High barely able to function skipping deaths finally call the pain that intense a person might wish for death, As I laid in recovery still confused in shaking the pills withdrawal clearing me from induced High I literally didn’t remember shit just Doctors and nurses giving me care from the comfort of my bed just a high little adult boy, I didn’t even know what it meant to come home. I just knew that the goon would rise again in the smut verse of Chyoa.

Sincerely ACE THE GOON