Artisan swagger instructs rag-dolls to inform their phlebotomist
That string lacks agency.
When syringes loop fiber like a spindle in motion
What fills the CCs lacks the consistency of liquid matter.
When a toy-maker pokes his finger and splotches of blood mottle a rag-doll
But only for a second.
When humans play God
It’s akin to masturbation.
We must never allow failure to compliment
What we did correctly
Or else we risk
String for blood.