under the fragile skin
stretched across my wrist
blue veins
popping
creating swelling hills against
the smooth plane that was there before
like rivers rushing with the winter melt
they spring from some unknown site
deep beneath the silent skin
that curves to keep it secret
they terrify me
these vulnerable veins
so close to the dangerous air
the years have pushed them there
have thrust me farther and farther into the strange
the snapping unknown
and soon there will be no where farther for them to go
they will burst with their blue grace
and i will be old and bleeding
all of the risks i never took
out in a blue flood until the world blurs
soflty into a place of safety
for a moment
and then i am gone
into another unknown.
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