Blood

Needle slides in
Like butter,
Glides all nice and easy
No resistance

Pull back,
No problems,
The flower blossoms
Red poppies
Opening
Into a tiny cage
My life essence
Flows back,
Into a tiny cage

Slowly, at first
A rope thrown
Up....
Over a cliff
Rope falls short
And plummets
Down, more slowly
Its solution is thick.

On the bottom,
It blossoms
A flower
Opening its petals
Red,
Growing, flowering,
Blossoming out...

Push.
In one final swoop,
Its gone.
In one final swoop,
It is all gone.
Ahhhhhh.