Reaching under her tucked up sleeves
I tap and palpate, trying to track
The vein I need to puncture desperately
I trace it with my nails
Like some drug addicted fanatic
Who can’t wait for the next high
Throwing her head back, she closes her eyes
Grimacing with the dread of weary anticipation
I maintain the facade of nervous apathy.
The aperture of my needle slips through
Despite the lack of confidence, jittery hands
I feel the soft resistance of spirit soaked skin.
Tourniquet as tight as a whalebone corset,
Blood flows thickly, filling the clear syringe.
My chest swells with empyreal pride
Of a blood crow that discovers the purest liquid ruby
Pooling beneath the rubble of a tortuous battlefield
I wipe the sweat of relief from my brow
Every doctor must have a first time after all.
Its prompt time again! 🙂 Here’s my response to Wordle #88 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie
Here are the words we were given:
5. Bloodcrow (a person who scavenges battlefields for treasure
8. Aperture (
11. Whalebone (whales,
12. Empyreal (.)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
Thanks for reading everyone 🙂