Cacophony of Red

By Lauren Bulla

Turning myself inside out.

Examining every interior vein, vessel, muscle, ligament, bone.

What am I made of

- really?

What are you made of?

If not blood, guts, sweat

then what?

Are we something bigger than we realise,

or

even smaller still?

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