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?
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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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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...