vein…

A thin needle breaks through the middle vein of the arm

Sucking up my blood flowing through my body

Even if it is not a case that it pierces the blood

I have to accept it

The color of red blood is a proof that I am going

It will be to know again

Blood will come out so much as it does not become sick

There will not be things red blood cells and white blood cells one after another

It is soon to see what is being stored

I escaped while I turned my face to the side

Treatment in the future blood vessels of the future

It is not beginning

Time keeps pursuing my moment by moment ...

           A poet ~ Now person ...