What the Blood Remembers
Sweet
blood
small veins
red branches
night enters the room
she measures sugar by the light
and somewhere a child learns sweetness can carry a cost
Heat
sweet
fruit glows
hands count pills
morning finds her still
measuring what the body keeps
while her child watches her hide the tremor in one hand now
Scar
root
red thread
roots touch skin
the vessels darken
vision thins beneath the noon sun
love cannot cure this, but it stays beside the bed still
