Gushing

Two drips of blood

Onto a white sheet

I wonder what part of me they touched last before twirling and spitting

Down through the grey air

Yanked by gravity

But released by their own heaviness

And their comradery with the many other drips

Beside above and within them

Blood friends said go be

Free of this body 

Go fly and go land

Stain everything you find

And tell everyone of where you started