Blood Flow

Posted: April 18, 2010 in My Poetry
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The red disk doughnuts
swim through my blood,
carrying their bubbles of oxygen
like good little slaves.

My blood is red and strong
coursing through my veins
to every part of me,
even those that don’t want it.

The blue blood flows back
to my tiny, rigid heart,
depleted of its payload:
sad, sorry and weary
it flows, a slow river.

I stand still, hardly breathing
while all this action
happens on my insides.

It seems a waste of effort
to keep this wreck alive.

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