CANCER XX

She has no hair now.
She walks down the hospital hallway.
She murmurs something to herself, but nobody can hear her. She walks  past a hospital room, with the curtains drawn closed. Somebody walks past. She makes a slight smile before looking at the ground again, the long silver pole that has her blood in it, is another transfusion. It’s dragging behind her and the wheels squeek as they follow her, She felt like an outsider in a place full of illness. The cancer had gotten to her. The doctors would try to find her soon. She had planned another escape away from needle sized pin-pricks, and blood and death. She wanted to live. But not here if living meant staying here shed rather be dead. She had chemo therapy at 12, it was now 11:45 if she could stay a little longer she would miss it. But then she hears the footsteps of her doctor get louder and louder as she tries to walk faster in the other direction, but her muscles wont let her and neither will her blood bag. The doctor gets even closer and reaches for her free arm. If only he knew what she felt. It hurt her to be taken in and out of different rooms constantly. And it hurt her. But she collapses and shes free now. The blood from her tubes races out and along the detol soaked floor. In another hour would she just be a faint memory and her blood would just be another mess that got cleaned and she would be just another patient that lost the will to fight and breathe. And live. She would just. Be. Gone.