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𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭

the ache of mundanity eats away at me like a sparrow pecks seeds.

head spinning so rapidly i can't catch it.

beep beep beep, goes the gp practice's grotty register machine, you wait until your name appears on the glowing box above you.

when it does you can have the pleasure of a stranger sticking a needle in your arm and draining out a tube of your precious human juice.

the tracks from blood tests make your arm bruised and pierced like a junkie.

veins being missed, now there's a needle in your muscle, tensing, it only rips at you more.

squinting out the window through the yellowed shutter blinds, posters instructing cpr blurry in the corner of your field of vision.

it's over quicker than you expected.

they never even give you the results.