Blood

What can I say?

I live for a living.

I breathe fumes

Of human blood

To control

This mass of beating cells

Till it bursts into life.

I devour my past

To excrete a possible future.

Eventually,

Everything turns to blood,

Flooding my insides,

Too warm for my own good,

So I stand in acid rain

That trickles carelessly

Down the stomach walls

Of the confused sky.

I rain every once a month

When the moon commands me to.

I rain hot acidic blood

Involuntary

Till the possibility of my roots spreading

Flush out of me.

I control nothing.

Nothing controls me

And I dance as it makes me dance

In the face of a blinding light

Till my being dissipates,

Soul included,

Like a sleeping child

In a radiation disaster.

What can I possibly say?

I just stare and let my eyes

Do its thing

In REM time, in awake time

In broad daylight,

Searching for a comfortable dark corner,

Never insight,

Till blood oozes out

And stains my cheeks

In a thick blush.

I dip my size 0 paintbrush

In my human color

To paint my next masterpiece

And hurry to finish

Before dinner time.