The next seven days will be hell to pay,
I can feel it in the way my bones grow
silent as the grave.
The blood underneath my skin
cannot make up its mind about where to flow, whether it ends or begins its cycle in my heart. My heart that is pumping faster,
raising my pulse to anxious heights,
I do not know what is happening to me.
Nor do I know why.
I only know that I must fight
to live without regret so that
when this body no longer takes up this space, my memory, my legacy,
will leave sweet songs in its place.
This week is going to be a battle,
I do not know if I am ready.
SK
