Transfusion

Blood-filled vein cut

open, dripping red onto white,

filling each line with another

piece of me, myself and I

listen to blood dropping,

heart slowing,

eyes closing,

life slipping

away I go,

letting go of everything.

Labored breaths signal

the end.

Shackled emotions break

free from mortal minds

let loose on wire-bound pages,

my fingertips pulsate.

No longer dripping,

life seeps quickly,

lines filled completely,

one last moment of resistence

flees.

I surrender.

Vein emptied.

Heart stopped.

Life lost.

Away I go,

giving my life to poetry.