the doctor
wants a sample of you.
let's get to the bottom
of this, he says.
a drop or
two
will do.
a crimson tear
of what runs inside,
the stream
of life. you give
him your arm
beneath the light.
he taps a vein,
takes aim,
then pulls out
what he needs,
leaving the rest,
for now.
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