Musings by The Poet Loriet
Morbid Fascination
Shaking, I cut the cat gut
as the ends curl towards
the gaping incision
like curious whiskers.
I watched the blood
trickle down the sides
of your rotund belly
in some kind of
sick fascination.
It may sound odd,
but hemorrhages are
my specialty...I can
stay calm as the blood pools
and pours out, puts me in
a focused trance and doesn't
upset me. Adrenaline takes over
and knowing I've helped
save another life
gets me high.
Lori Beal
as the ends curl towards
the gaping incision
like curious whiskers.
I watched the blood
trickle down the sides
of your rotund belly
in some kind of
sick fascination.
It may sound odd,
but hemorrhages are
my specialty...I can
stay calm as the blood pools
and pours out, puts me in
a focused trance and doesn't
upset me. Adrenaline takes over
and knowing I've helped
save another life
gets me high.
Lori Beal
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Morbid Fascination
Morbid Fascination
