My Blood
My blood betrayed me
Seeped slowly from its delicate channels
No one noticed, not at first
All inside, it did hide
I slipped away; slowly like a trickle
But they cut and tore and explored
Cauterizing and containing
Suction and clamps
Pulsating arteries and starving organs
Most was gone, but not all
Reinforcements were called in and they
Gave to me someone else’s blood to keep
I wonder if my body knew the difference…
Fresh infusion of life, delivered in plastic bags
Transfusion confusion…
Was this new blood all from one person?
Or maybe it was a mixed cocktail from many
Is it gone now?...
Replaced by my own regenerated supply?
What a strange fragile thing
That we never like to think about
Blood.
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