I Am Blood

I am red.

I am warm.

I am liters

But also not that many liters

Some lost in wounds,

liters and liters.

No iron.

Infusions.

Transfusions.

Medication.

But a strong beating heart.

Rhythmic.

Passionate.

It Boils.

A body studied

for shape and form,

mapped, measured, named

and still

everything is okay.

Wounded animals

are smelled from afar

By lions, tigers, sharks, bears, old foxes

they know their victims.

Blood announces itself.

Red cannot hide.

Traveling

Vulnerability

has a scent.

The chosen are fragile,

held in a precarious balance

Derelict

how do they survive?

I am blood.

Real.

Sticky.

Different kinds of red shades.

Exposed.

Flesh.

This is my story. I am a woman.