Cut out my veins.
I don't need them any longer.
They have betrayed me.
My own body.
My own flesh.
Not even here am I safe from pollution.
Sickness befalls me,
as this smog of anger and heartbreak, of vanity and tears,
penetrates skin and forces its way into my veins.
The transport is fluid.
So steady, I cannot escape.
Before I know, I'm overcome by it.
It reaches the heart.
All of this emotion.
Because the veins have betrayed me.