Pinprick

Stuck
With a needle
That broke off in the skin.

When he looked down all he saw was blood.
Oozing and warm.
Foreign and captivating.

Did the blood cause that sensation?
Surely it did, for nothing else is there.

His dripping blood.
A faceless mass whose only hope at identity is to pour out in as big a group as possible.
To be recognized for certain traits
is the only way it'll receive recognition at all.

Years later, when he looked again,
he saw the broken tip of the needle in his skin.

A sudden feeling of loss and revulsion came over him.
Scorching hatred filled his heart when he pulled the needle from his skin and some blood dared to hang on to it;
but the feeling quickly passed to apathy.

The needle was discarded.