Blood Red, same as the rest.
I am in love with the woman at the Plasma Center;
My veins pumping, full of minty sensation;
Plugged in, to the sound
The smell
The taste
Cooling the back of my tongue, near the throat,
And the inside of my
Chest.
Blood Red, same as the rest.
The machine spin cycles, Keeps us
Calm,
Clean. Blood Red, same as the
Rest.