Clotting up prompt,
Channels through my body meandering up.
Hardly any exist now,
Bleeding into me, my soul.
The whole lot forever, the love and torture,
I’ll have to contract.
Pumping so fast,
My heart running, breathing low.
Legs crashing, arms stiff,
Stopping when the time is right to fall.
Passing me by,
A blood rush of emotion, love.
