My blood flows, travelling through my veins at one hundred miles an hour.
It doesn't go alone.
It carries an anomaly, a poison. Death lurks around the corner as my blood continues to be pumped into my veins.
It doesn't go alone.
It carries my heart, my world, my literal life-blood. I already knew- voices filter through the darkness- I already knew- "She's waking up"- I already knew.
My emotions we're everywhere, my brain was frazzled. My body was broken.
I was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
