Pathology
With a red pen,
the disease draws
inside my abdomen
a chain of volcanoes
erupting on cue
and rivers of lava
sliding across organs,
then hardening into rock,
traces on my ovaries
silhouettes of faces
that will never be,
scrawls on my uterus
infinity symbols.
The disease takes
years to gestate.
The disease claims
dominion over me,
makes me an accomplice.