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Love to War and Sticky Blood

Ah blood... What have you done
You run too thickly in these veins
Full of protein making my immune system go insane
Blood clots forming even on blood thinners
Oh,l my blood; what are you doing...
The injectons they've prescribed are called lovenox
More like love not because they just hurt
My stomach covered in bruises not unlike constellations
Maybe I will stab the big dipper into my thigh next
Lovenox big dipper... Yes... I like it
The irony of having to stab myself with something called lovenox
Just to stay alive does not go unnoticed
Could someone please tell me why they called a blood thinner warfarin
War Far In... There's a war far in my body
Being fought within my many veins
Starting in my legs and fighting the very forces of gravity upward
My lungs the final battle field, the graveyard of blood clots
Like so many dying soldiers buried in the woods
The branches of my lungs catches her victims
Holding them tightly as they turn to wet dust
Gods I cannot describe the pressure in my chest
The tightness of the struggle to breath
It isn't like drowning... No... It's so much worse
It's like a stopper put on a bottle just loose enough
That when you turn it the liquid inside drips
Dripping down... Down... Slowly drop by drop
Only it is the oxygen in the air I'm fighting for
Laying here on my constellations, ah, those individual galaxies
The pain seeping to my stomach as I try to breath
I will go from love to war soon enough
And maybe... Just maybe these galaxies will fade and that stopper will disappear
BlueBeastGirl
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Running from the Reaper)
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Author's Note
Ah, yes... My blood tried to kill me again. Yet this blood clot didn't take me out. Here's to another brush with death. If they wanted to paint me they couldve just asked.
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