Sometimes it comes suddenly.
A change so abrupt:
A painful 10 that shocks the nerves,
synapses hurtling like a train on broken rails,
too late for brakes,
Sometimes it comes quietly.
A growing mass pushing itself into the surface,
contours aching for attention like a sculpture’s:
The opus of furiously growing cells;
or the spectrum of bruises, watercolor underneath the skin,
with blood cells for artists.
It feeds and grows,
plunders the local city,
but it is never satisfied.
Soon it moves on, sails billowing,
rides the bloodstream towards distant lands. colonizing:
An empire built on countries stripped off of their autonomy.