Pool of Blood

Frantic, cleanliness, cleanliness Blood is thicker than water The blood is thicker, clotting, clotting The bandages and duct tape Plaster of Paris, a perfect cast Without a script, no stage left No stage right, the operating theatre The scalpel caught a glimpse of light Asleep, breathing, breathing The magic milk, intravenously The milk medication, choking, choking The bed is stained with crimson paint Like a miscarriage, waking to find The foot of the bed, a flame landscape Of deep shades of dark, bruised white Flowing intravenously, off to sleep