My Blood Poem by Sammy S. Quence

Sounds like a scream for help
followed by a long silence
Feels like a sharp wrenching pain at my wrists
that is flowing to my head
Tastes like nickels and money
I must be so rich now
Looks so red I know I must be dead
just lying alone in my bed
Smells so victorious and well
I just won the lotto a million times again
As I lie here in the pool of goodness
So red and beautiful
So tasteful it supplies my needs
So strong and overpowering
So wet and sticky
So much dripping
Its hell
My Blood, I tell you
Its all so well
Blood