give blood

Lois Linkens

lois e. linkens

healing.jpgThey had kind faces I was pleased to trust,

Pleased to give. (Cold water, cold water – cold

In the warm room where everything is blue

Or very red.) Blue plastic seats like hard

Curved clam shells, bodies in soft tunics like

Nursery walls. A cherry face, wispy

Grey curls: ‘I tell you, my dear,’ she muses

O’er my punctured flesh. ‘I didn’t know what

Day it was this morning!’ I saw my face

In the glossy ladybird sat on my

Fingertip. That was a strange joy – so quick

And full and soon to fly. My dear life’s blood

In nine minutes drained; my neighbour in five.

Fast blood was hers, like sharks. But slow or speed

Both new life give, old love save, as we bleed.

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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