It's cancer. The beloved serum that erodes each artery
Decorates the capillaries with sparkles
When the feeling is like hummingbirds dancing in my stomach
They may be bullets but
They do elate.
And so the rational part of me screams
'somebody do something!!'
but the other side; it's out of it's mind.
Who would have believed a needle with some crystals
Could fill each fibre of me with warmth
Wrap a set of soft hands around my heart
Catch me when I fall..

....but by first morning
my soul was gone.