Malignity

Slowly
Then rapidly,
Circulating cells
Fatal cells
Possessing her being
Making it vulnerable
"all clear"
"You are now in remission" he says
"The fractions will still remain though"
This game had been won, a winner was declared
It was short lived.
Like being pushed off the podium and the medal yanked off her neck
Pain and anguish reigned
Amidst fighting a battle that defeats chemistry
Suddenly
He asks,
"What is the the date today madam"?
"Your daughters are here"
Checking for functionality.
No response
No recognition
The silence becomes deafening
Looks, like daggers are exchanged
Piercing the others' skin
"not dead"! She still breathes
With the twitch of an eyelid
As rapidly as it came,
The race was on again
But The winner had been declared,
She was gone
With No medal
Nothing
She'd quit
She was gone