What started with a mole

chairMy heel taps like a metronome on heat, my heart beats in time. My brow a pool for drops of sweat, my fingers tightly wound.

‘Wait here, it won’t  take long’ he said, taking my results behind large closed doors.

All this started with a mole. Cancer or not, my nerves tell me I’m dead.

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