Chemotherapy

My cells lose their virginity,

And they grow beyond their capacity,

A cell overlaps a cell,

Tasselling at the same time,

Growing in all directions,

Breaking the designed boundaries,

Wrapped in sheets of red vessels,

The call for battle initiates.

Rays of different frequency,

Walks in and out of me,

To break this new abode of breast cells,

And bring them to the ground reality,

The red vessels pull me up and down,

Swirling and swirling and swirling,

Till the cells desist from their existence,

Leaving me drenched in pain,

And this battle lasts for hours, and hours.