Sabotage

And because there is always the poetry...

Sabotage

Body betrayal through Blood and Bile.
Cells circling in her bloodstream like vultures taking to the wing, 

looking for a place to land, 

seeking carrion to devour. 

IV stick to the vein.
This will only hurt for a moment.
Deep breath. Big stick.

Band aids litter her body like little war memorials. 

Little flag markers delineating
A Path. The Path. The Only Path. 

Ivy stickers on the vine.
Pierced through seventy times seven.

Test
Test
Test
Test
Test
Ding 

This is not a test.
This is a test-ing. 

A Blood letting.
Blood boiling.
Bloody. 

Unbowed.