Transfusion

Broken heart

A broken, shattered heart.
A thin tube is placed inside.
The long hour of transfusion begins.

Each person pours in
the blood they want —
stained, polluted blood
forced into the veins.

The pumping goes on…
The heart cannot endure it.
It is about to burst.

Slow, then faster —
a dangerous rhythm.
Death draws near.

Cries and screams.
Voices begging,
“Save me.”

Then a vessel is joined.
Holy blood flows in,
soaking the whole body.

The dirty blood is washed away.
At last, the transfusion is complete.
Little by little, it becomes clean.

No more burning thirst.
Not dying, but living —
a new life begins.

A wooden cross raised high.
A heart torn and ruptured.
The final tears of blood fall.

“It is finished.”

*These are my own paintings *