She awakens in the darkness dizzy, weak;

Confused and nauseated, yet again.

Tears and frozen sweat roll down her cheek,

Near resigned to circling the drain. 

Her energy's not what it used to be;

Often she's too weak to leave the bed.

Wiped out by the chemotherapy,

She missed whatever thing Poet just said.

'I said get up, Juliet -- don't give up now.

I've laid out all the clothes that you should wear,

Your health is not something to disavow,

And let's do something with that mess of hair.'

And finally, Juliet's self-control corrodes,

And to Poet's surprise, his muse explodes. 

- Jack