Hematopoiesis

Gushing

Draining

Empty

The veins were opened

But the blood stopped flowing

The plasma clotted

The words got stuck in the scab

Itching fingers were unsatisfied

Reaching and picking

Sobbing

Silence

Solitude

The veins will dry one day

The bloodletting will come to an end

New letters will be birthed in the bone marrow

They will race through the arteries

They will give the heart life.