My Blood is drawn.
The crimson liquid fills the vile, slowly, as I stare
at the portraits of cats that line the wall to my right
pretending I do not notice my life's essence flowing
out of my body, the pin prick in my arm, the women
handling my blood is professional, and quick
but notice's the dead look in my eyes, and my
refusal to look at her as she draws my blood
promps her to ask if I'm all right.
Such a loaded question on such a day.
I say that I am fine, and I want to add, that
I will be once it is Saturday and I see
the people who mean most to me.
It rips my skin.
The sticky white tape the professional women slowly
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Current Residence: Seattle Favourite genre of music: Indie/Experimental Favourite photographer: `zemotion/Rob Harder Favourite style of art: Photography Operating System: Mac OS X 10.5.8 MP3 player of choice: iPod
for at least awhile, staying off deviantART. I think I'll completely leave once I have everything put together correctly.
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rosalarian
Hello. I'm happy that you like the artwork but that is a club. The art had been re-uploaded to the *TheMermaidsClub Please remove the fav then fav at the orignial link. You'll see the orignial link in the comment. --> [link]
It's the rules bout the fav. If you already removed the fav, then it's fine. Thank you Owner: