Blood is mercurial
like a sad song on a Summer’s day.
It keeps you alive while flowing in vain
looking for a way
out.
Tilt your head back
and wait, patient
for the blood to coagulate.
It’s all you can
do.
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Blood is mercurial
like a sad song on a Summer’s day.
It keeps you alive while flowing in vain
looking for a way
out.
Tilt your head back
and wait, patient
for the blood to coagulate.
It’s all you can
do.