You said you’d sterilize my blood tonight

You said you’d sterilize my blood tonight.
Was it oil on the floor, gingerly
I sat on the grinning swivel chair.
Her leather red blinds and she is pregnant.

Lifted; the view here is different?
Metallic grinding, fluorine, Whiteness.
Her wheels spun on the floor, they screech, they yell, they hurt my eyes.
The tubes in my mouth tremble.

Water squirts, you scrub, you wash.
She is pregnant and shiny and she stays;
I screech, I yell, I hurt her eyes with the same scissors
I jab her leather I unearth her cotton.

Becomes limp with my blood.
You bleached, You tried, I do not blame.
I pulled the tubes and felt the rawness of my skin
my organs my naked body
stained with blood the mirror

How can you help when yours is a purple
Of sinister shade
But you are the doctor
You said you’d sterilize my blood tonight.