I often feel my veins and arteries,
I trace their existence, their depth.
Blue and red.
Red's unseen.

I think about what it would be like to
hook
           a knife underneat the vein,
                             and
Yank! Just Rip!

How long would it take for me to bleed out?
Would I?
Which should I choose for the fastest, most accurate death.

I hate death. Life is too precious.
I love living.

Veins are cool.