Red syringes

Red like blood, they clot.

In a bodily vessel, when –

Pierced bounce, back and forth,

Blue veins contain them.

White sheets and red blood

Bodies with red syringes,

Filled with blood, and drained of life.

Pierced, taken.

Non sequiturly.

Nimble finger pushes, and dugs deep

And retracts on contrition.

Red admits blue cotton sheets

White in a synergetic symphony,

It comes white washed-

The scent, smell, and sense, all tied.

At once it is reverential unity, and

The other bio-power of the body,

Embolden and embittered by the wraps.


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