The prognosis,
had often
been discussed,
but the diagnosis,
had yet
to be done,
so he set sail
on a journey
unlike ever before,
to course
through
the flowing rivers,
of the pulsating
and gushing
red within,
And so,
the veined channels
he traversed them all,
untill
he reached
the arterial core,
where he saw
what made him
happily smile,
for the clinical check
had said ‘her’
he had forgotten,
but his own
finding
undisputedly revealed,
The malaise
was not just
a figment of imagination,
but the ‘her’ they had
so convenietly
discounted,
had already spread
far beyond
control,
from the closeted
chambers
of his beating heart,
into every cell of red
that it
involuntarily pumped.
© vidursahdev 2019
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