Blood
A sudden slice of skin pearls,
peels apart
tiny droplets, liquid beads
sitting pert, proud
waiting, welling moments
brimming, holding pause
awaiting further strength to
push on
Then the pump and pulse
the stroke of a distant
heartbeat
mechanics and hydraulics
forcing fluid pressure
through arteries, veins,
capillaries
the cut-confines broken
an inundation, a rupturing
pouring crimson from the
wound
a tracered stream of
life-blood
red-staining onto flesh-whiteness
The torn and jagged
scratch-line
filled and flooded by the
flow
drops spotting the ground
AB Positive perhaps
vital to some-one else
but my wasteful gory loss
waiting the staunching,
padding, bandaging
or the subtle clotting power
of life’s congealment
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2015
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