Blood drips down

so slowly at first

and I fear my “cure”

has failed so I try again

harder,

faster,

longer,

deeper.

But now the blood flows forth,

slow, slow, slow, so agonizing slow but slow.

steady, steady, steady so agonizing steady but steady.

Then,

Quick!

 as if it is a summer rain

and I fear I have gone too far

yet I am thrilled by the sight

and I know I am too far gone

to care to be saved

and I know I am too far gone

to be saved at all.