Angio

Angio
a flick of the wrist..
clean slash and Im in.
No blood curdling
scream
an agonising grin...
It's all very still
Laid on a slab
by surgical will
all begins to stab..
pulsating plateletts
undulating corpusle
I  taste  bare
Metal ventricle.. there's no
mortal obsticle,
to divide and sub devide,
and graft on like skin..
at the end there is light
where all enter in...
Let's take a screenshot
Just so we know..
Who
Could love me
as precise
As a surgeons knife
only you