she never thought
thought were injectible,
and caretakers were in endless supply.
they ran through her blood
and though they never quite matched,
it was a perfect fit.
hearing was a gift.
something she was not yet prepared for,
and yet they made its way through.
she could feel it sometimes,
flowing behind her eyes and flood—
—ing her head. but not once,
did the blood seep through her mouth.
she was a lost case,
living in her head and spinning
on one foot with a hand in there.
blood was unimportant
and she continued dancing.