I usually don't like to post other people's inkblots (since they are so easy to produce there should be no reason to not have them,) but I make exceptions when things are like, educational, man.
Justinus Kerner was a doctor popular in both medicine and poetry. He wrote a book of poems called Kleksographien well before our man Hermann Rorschach was on the scene, and apparently those poems were inspired by accidental inkblots.
I'm no poet (and I realize it) but upon going through one of Germany's digital archives of Kerner's work I was moved to write a little haiku for the image above.
No! An alien!
Harvesting human organs!
Quick! Run for your life!
If you have the time, perhaps leave your interpretation for this blot in some form of poetry or prose.