Pulsing with the knowledge of our bodies
and power of majesties coursing around every corner,
fragrant and blue-green-red and warm resided in us all.
I can't help but imagine
some vampyric figure picking his teeth
with capillary tubes,
the very same ones I held in my blue-gloved hands,
the very same ones that I pushed blood into
while making boring chit-chat with gray-faced donors.
They didn't know that their plump fingers would offer some cold-kept leftovers
for some hungry, desperate and fair giant monster.
His minions, flesh-gathered and soulless, gathering up the red dyed baskets
labeled "BIOHAZARD" to present their only means of offerings to their number one
Bossman would command his team to crush left-over glass straws with their bare feet-like claws.
Their own, purply blood, would stick to the residential human bodily fluid creating a stream of homogenous seep--a truly gorgeous color, sparkles of shards catching the firelight.
And I stand there in my lab coat, zoned and away to red.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
You leave me without words to describe the awesomeness of the imagery. I will look with new eyes at the person who pricks my thumb when I next give blood...
- #1370 Posted 5 years ago
- 5 out of 5
I think you might need some sleep.. :) Very creative. I appreciate the idea of minions working zombie-esque under some boss man to sacrifice their feet to the feeding and pleasing of some desperate vampiric overlord. I also think you captured the essence of imagining fantasy into reality.
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