Blood

Pulsing with the knowledge of our bodies

and power of majesties coursing around every corner,

fragrant and blue-green-red and warm resided in us all.

I can't help but imagine

some vampyric figure picking his teeth

with capillary tubes,

the very same ones I held in my blue-gloved hands,

the very same ones that I pushed blood into

while making boring chit-chat with gray-faced donors.

They didn't know that their plump fingers would offer some cold-kept leftovers

for some hungry, desperate and fair giant monster.

His minions, flesh-gathered and soulless, gathering up the red dyed baskets

labeled "BIOHAZARD" to present their only means of offerings to their number one

demon friend.

Bossman would command his team to crush left-over glass straws with their bare feet-like claws.

Their own, purply blood, would stick to the residential human bodily fluid creating a stream of homogenous seep--a truly gorgeous color, sparkles of shards catching the firelight.

And I stand there in my lab coat, zoned and away to red.