I always knew my body would betray me
Sneak up behind me
Sweep my legs out from under me
That cells would grow odd shapes, pale colours
That bones would wear, grow thin, deform, and finally crumble
That arteries would spasm and snake jealous fingers through the blood
that struggled from heart to lungs to head
That pockets of dimpled fat would grasp hold of my thighs, stomach and
yes, my ass
That my skin would wrinkle
That my arms would stretch like latex bat wings
That haemorrhoids would grin and sputter words of discomfort every time
I tried to gingerly sit
That I would dread the sudden sneeze
That my treacherous throat would snap shut when I sleep
That stones would grow
That eyes would not focus
That insomnia would rest upon my head
That my joints would crackle and laugh
That acid would slither up and burn my throat
I knew all these things would come to me
But I did not know that while I was scanning the horizon, ready to
announce their arrival
They sat quietly on the pillow next to me
And climbed upon my lap while my thoughts met the sky
And suddenly I looked down
And I was betrayed.