Thick red blood,
running down my leg.
The shower looks like an abattoir,
Scalpel in hand,
The abscess erupts like a volcano,
Sending it's red hot blood lava,
shooting against the walls.
Why can I stick my finger,
into the hole so deep?
No nerves exist anymore,
My body is 100% scar tissue.
Blood clots,
Siding down the drain.
Pushing either side,
Squeezing every bit out.
Finally the bleeding stops,
Cleaned and sanitized.
Bandage and antiseptic.
I just wish I had enough blood,
To keep me warm.
I am a frozen man,
don't dare shake my hand.
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