Blood
to me as a diseased individual is a sign of war. The dried fynbos flowers
embody my burr-shaped blood cells that have malformed due to the ill-functioning of my kidneys. Every time I test my blood glucose
or go to test blood, it builds great anticipation and causes
an internal war in your head. My body is at war,
a true battlescape left with scars, damaged feelings and thoughts of
hopelessness.