Blood Work

she is buffeted by the strong winds of

change. Scattered about as dandelion

fluff in a raging storm.

Vision blurred to time and space, she

reaches. Hands spread out to feel..

anything, something.

Shaking and dizzy. Each tremble a

tiny but shattering vibration.

All that she needs, desires, she cannot

grasp. She no longer understands these

emotions. Like everything else in her

shortened life, they are gone.

What she does know,what she feels

churning in her soul,

is the one thing remaining.

This is blood work. No more, none less.