Borrowed Descriptions

I often spend time thinking about how to describe the various ways that I feel. The procedures, the appointments, the contradictory emotions, and what it feels like to parts of your body failing - or feel like they are failing or malfunctioning in some way. (My still favourite description is that I am a Lemon - a decent paint job but with parts that don't quite work properly on the inside).

Today I have been preoccupied with reading The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood and I have come across some very intuitive descriptions and I wanted to share one I read tonight:

"I can't think of myself, my body, sometimes, without seeing the skeleton: how I must appear to an electron. A cradle of life, made of bones; and within, hazards, warped proteins, bad crystals jagged as glass."

That very last line, following the semicolon (pun intended), is what caught my attention.
Poisoned.
Hazardous.
"Warped proteins"
Missing links.
Misdirected cells.
Living with a semi-colon.

All very poetic.