No Rest for the Wicked, But What About Me?

Dear Sleep,

Come back, please. I miss your sweet, loving embrace. The asshole you left to keep me company leaves dark circles under my eyes. If you could just come back, even for a couple of nights, I would, really, REALLY appreciate it.

And I promise I won't drool.

...If  I can help it.

Desperately yours,
Ella Mayo

Un-sunny

Dear Cancer,

Please stop fucking with my family. I'm tired of seeing you take the strongest members of my family and lay them low, eventually killing them.

I am on my path of self-discovery. I found my path that will lead to my fortuitous future, then you pop up and turn a happy time in my life to one of despair. You invade one person, but affect everyone around them. You cause nothing but hurt.

Go away, Cancer.

The thing I hate most about you is that I cannot fight you. I cannot go into my grandfather's or my father-in-law's body, beat the ever-loving shit out of you and make you leave. I can only watch as you deteriorate my loved ones.  Only sit in my room and pray, damning you all the time.

I can't wait until I've seen the last of you.

Yours in vile hate,
Ella Mayo