See the girl with scission thing in fingers,
Whetted and set to score.
Ruby fluid of which she’ll be availed
Glistening on the floor.

Gels on feet; it’s drip a-drip a-dripping. . .
Lightness in the head.
Redness falling just-a like-a teardrops—
Keep this up, I’m dead.

How she’s lancing, goring me a grooved rent;
Swaying too and fro
Is my body, ’cause this hemoglobin thief
Has hastened the flow.

Blood is rushing. . .evermore incising,
“Leching” like a cow.
Like a snake serpentine sanguinity
Would be good Dracul chow.

Sopped, sopped, sopped from the lancing,
Knicked with knife, I bleed.
Stop, stop, stop all the lancing—
As if [she] sank in teeth.

Now she’s grooving and she’s got me aswaled—
Tourniquet I’d like,
Blanched I grow because she does bleed me—
Rivulets. . . .no dike!

Closure, closure! I am getting weaker;
A gallon she’ll reach.
This medicine? I think that’s not right—
“Please cease!” I beseech.

Sopped, sopped, sopped from the lancing,
Knicked with knife, I stream.
Stop, stop, stop all the lancing—
I am blanched yet green.

[intra-lude]

Sopped, sopped, sopped from the lancing,
Knicked with knife, I leak.
Stop, stop, stop all the lancing—
I am piqued and peak’d.

Now I scold her; peeved, I am swearing,
“Give that vein a kink!”
Out it bubbles; clotting’s not enabled;
Visage once was pink.

Can’t she understand that I want it
Coursing to my cheeks.
Heavy bandage cannot stanch it,
So still on it leaks.

Sopped, sopped, sopped from the lancing,
Knicked with knife, I leach,
Stop, stop, stop all the lancing.
Can’t you use a leech?!