bursting blood vessels
writhing under my skin,
seeing my life in front of me
unable to go forward.
a train that cannot stop
on well-beaten tracks,
driven by experience
and halted by nature.
no longer any more time
left for the one who bleeds.
whose head can stand
this sudden rupture?
leftovers donated to those
far less fortunate in life,
but the blood pools and is
unceremoniously discarded.
people walk along the street
wearing someone else's liver,
carrying another's lung
seeing with a stranger's eyes,
surviving when others died for them.
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