Leech
to me
bloodletting
allowance
for
this
punctured cure
From
pressure built
I
crush within
and here you stand
with solution
Anticoagulation
in
ephemeral state
waiting
for alleviation,
questioning
fate
The
arterial walls condense
and
the cells repent
away
from me
listlessly
lying
anemically
Cured,
yet still
a
clotted mess,
obscured
but
reticent
of
every
sin
until
the
pressure
builds
again
