Pushing Life
by Iron Lung· from Cold Storage
Pushing life's blood through vested tubes. Heart malfunctions without energy from grinding teeth down on rusted cogs. Screws come loose. Hooked in for life. I'll never leave this bed. Chasis of iron, body of skin. Palpitate. Fibulate. Annihilate. Curse this machine for pumping and living and taking my heart from my chest. For making my veins of plastic and rubber. Blood flowing through needles and tubes.