Bloodletting

Euthyphro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To give blood

Is a gelid process

One must take the day to rest

 

To pour out your essence

Have it drained and regifted

There is no greater love

 

When we gave our plasma

For a few bucks, one day

As poor college students

 

It coldened me still, to know

That it was my essence being sifted through

To get to the useful parts

 

It was all you ever wanted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Euthyphro (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 14th, 2022 22:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • jarcher54

    Ahhh... memories of donating plasma in my poor student days so so long ago. I had these very feelings... giving whole blood drains you. Donating those useful bits, and getting the cheap red stuff back, always made my mind spin. What did they take that was so tiny but so precious? Was it maybe my soul, or my memories? Was it depleting my very essence in some unknown or undisclosed way? Were they cloning us? Helping rich centenarians rejuvenate? Thanks for the deep way you described it! You got it perfect.



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