I coughed and blood splattered The palm of my hand that I Held to my mouth that formed A perfect 'o' of surprise when I Saw the bright red that should Be inside start to leak outside. Flashlights and requests to look Inside my mouth yielded nothing But disappointment Just blood with no obvious cause Nowhere to put some five dollar Drug store ointment. The steady drip drip drip began My body a porous bag leaking Red stuff where the red stuff Should not be leaking. Alarming patterns of waking up Pillow bloody, a mouthful of Grotesque metallic liquid Scarlet flag waving Putting up the signs in the Wasteland of my middle aged Body that something had gone Awry. Every day waking up disappointed To see more of the gory inside of Me on the outside in tissues and Bathroom sinks, pillow cases I started to think that this might Not be something that would Simply heal up and go away. Swollen hands constantly Gripping tissues that staunch The flow that continues Whether I cough or not Hopeful spitting but find yet More pink and red and tiny clots Staining more white surfaces With fire alarm hues Tolling some distant bell That will bring in that ultimate Bad news. Then came the doctors to pull Blood from my arm into their Tubes, leaving me bruised Like a crushed rose petal And this blank period waiting For more tests to find out Why my platelets Are disappearing and my body A hotbed of fiery inflammation While the drip drip drip Continues and requests for me to Try and not cough so hard sound More alarmed and I can barely get Myself up and out of bed. I try to hide the fear that grows In my head behind a wall of Uncharacteristic breeziness. I am doing my best but with each Smile the world grows more uneasy As if it might have to eventually Have some pity and be kind to me. I am here with my clotted rags And my vampire smile holding Onto nothing and looking back At mile after blood soaked mile.