Plate-let-ing

the sugar content is decreasing,
not to the point in tandem with my insomnia that i slow my equivocal pace in language,
in fact it only increase,
a sub-10 second run with no admission fee,
only my sweat and my blood be freed,
for the purchase of this love,
i cannot more agree,
the uncontrolled gush arouses the platelets,
who fuss over their lovers exit,
seeping down the tender flesh that rests so elegantly on the bedsheets,
a natural dye velvet red and oozing into the fibres,
the eyes rolling backwards and saving lives afterwards,
we ought hope that justice is done for us!