Ways of Seeing Blood

Blood surging
through my veins,
delivering life
to my limbs.

Blood is a poison
to the soul
when it runs cold.

His blood is spoiled with cancer.
New blood will save him.

Blood is sick,
yucky, and red to her.
It makes her throw up
when she sees just a little of it.

Red velvet,
Crimson beauty,
divine.

Life of the night,
this is thine curse.
Blood is thy life’s source
that is mine for harvesting.

I see blood all day long.
Cuts, holes, ruptures, lacerations,
all day going into emergency.

Once a month, every month
since I was twelve.
Now I’m sixteen and on time.
I hate bleeding.
It is so annoying.

Fish blood thrown into the ocean.
This ocean has a sweet smell.
It is calm,
then I feel a tug on my line.
The fight begins.

Pulsing, beating,
flowing, coursing.

Blood come pouring from me.
The pain is unbearable.
But I am not alarmed.
Along with the blood
comes the life of another.

Blood spilling from my veins.
Cuts up and down every arm.
It is beautiful, red, and wet.
My end is coming quick and fast
for only thirteen.

Blood is like rain,
it is refreshing
and full of life.