the pain grows  
the needle  
tears the skin
one end of the I.V
in my vien
the other end my pen
the blood flows

i drag it across parchment
one last time to re-live.
the pain in a controlled way
through words ,metafives and wit

its gibberish cryptic  
a poor attempt at poetry
i know
i rant as a child
for a short while
i feel a smile
remove the I.V.
put on the masque
and im back in
denial