Bleed

blood it exists
for us  very dearly
on the floor
sometimes

its a thing

sticky

in between fingers

darkly

it stains your clothes

over stitches 

outside the vial
an artery
maybe some veins
there it is again

 blood

f*****g blood

its our everything

that gets us everywhere 

its why we bleed

for the blood

it is why we bleed

Author's Note

Reviews

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Life and death even survival of the fittest cant beat and only way to know monsters, demons, creatures, beasts, devils is "if it bleeds it can be killed.' I know to quote from the Movie Predator haha .. but throughout your poem is very mysterious and how the idea that metamorphoses into truth how blood is our life and life is blood. excellent write sincerely your friend in writing and life

[Avelina Devi]

It's like your describing a vine plant. The veins being the stems and the blood it's life source.

[Chris Shaw]

It is there, though best not seen. For when it is spilled across the floor it could mean someone's life is ebbing away. It is our life blood. A visual piece which painted red on the canvas.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

We need blood to live and if we are depleted of too much blood we will perish. Blood is our life source constantly flowing and regenerating

[KWP]

blood also is quite pungent when it gets sticky and dries out ...

my experience with blood is limited - but I reckon some know blood quite itimately - perhaps not by choice - but by circumstance

I reckon this type of blood seeing stains the soul

[Davidgeo]

It's something I imagine a combat medic would write about being being a medic in combat.

[RutabagaMac]

I dig it. It's different.

[anonymous_at]

.......over stitches..outside the vail.....I liked the way you master the quick words into a poem with no hindrance.

[Diane]

Good read. The blood that flows ....

[Gaurav]

the blood that runs through vain ... like your words flow through poem..without hindrance..perfect

[A Soap Mess Stories]

I enjoyed reading this. Blood is the lifeline to our lives. It courses through our bodies...