the single-cell cover

Drip, drip, drip...
The blood is dripping again...
why is it so fragile...
there isn't any stabs now, yet the cell wrinkles, the blood escapes...
it stinks in pain...
the heart of mine...
as if some lethargy come and wrung the cell...
it is still ironically self-explanatory...
but it can't help the single cell cover...
its vulnerables, as it rapture once, it couldn't self - replenish...
as there is only a one cell cover...
there were never two nor three nor many more...
so the thin membrane keeps flipping at the torn end...
the big tear which is now a smaller opening...
yet the white blood cells couldn't keep it intact just yet...
in many unexpected moments, it breaks open...
just a tiny crack but the ebbing blood still drips out involuntarily...
maybe it is the gravity...
maybe it is the tides that churn the waves that beat against the cell wall...