Leaving blood


Long thin finger reaches out

            clicking the switch to lightning's flow

Quantum jumps but observed not

            electrons fly setting photons free


thinnest glass contain's the flow

            phosphorus excited brightly glows

piercing brightly with cold beams

            illuminating that which cannot be seen


sterile white paper shedding not

            chemicals harsh life to seek

cleansing washing what remains

            freeing all to seek again


people scrubbing most vigorously

            at the stains which to remain

drops of blood that there were spilt

            from burning cuts slashed so deep


clean white gowns to hide away

            all the things that should not be

tight blue gloves to protect

            from the things that life would take


hunger burns within them then

            for that which feeds temporarily

laboring through the hours so long

            to buy the things that so quickly flee


metal bright most perfectly made

            slashing quickly cutting deep

cleanly leaking without pain

            flowing life running away


warmly flowing unfelt down

            bright red drops falling free

life is lost in left behind

            leaving a trail lost behind


soft quiet steps continue on

            swishing of cloth so barely heard

soft squeak of shoes on floors so clean

            like tiny mice that are not there


filtered cold air blows around

            seeking to strip what does get free

carried away to traps not seen

            to be cleansed again on another day


life's trails of what once was

            fruitless battles fought each day

drying drops of deepest red

            that tomorrow will be cleansed away


what is the point of the endless dance

            the shedding of the life on every day

to cleanse away and pretend it was not

            to start again on every day


warm bright blood lost each day

            a little life to be replaced

but no one cares that it was there

            and no one feels it draining away


cloth of white becoming red

            unbroken weave now slashed and torn

cannot protect what lies within

            cannot stop the dying up every day


pointless labors reach an end

            quick bloody hand slashes down

breaks the flow of lightning then

            hiding in darkness that was lost





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