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Äŧül Nov 2019
I remember my childhood
I remember the occasional bruises
I remember the rare cuts
I remember the tetanus vaccines
I remember the injuries from wood

Shots on the ***
Intra-dermal injections
My father told me
"It is funny when the nurse does that,"
I was young,
I was shy, I still am,
Shy in my own ways.

I am very ticklish and
My lower back is more so,
My dad tricked my fear away,
I would lie stomach facing the bed,
Papa staring into my eyes smilingly,
And the nurse would ***** my ***,
I would feel a tingy sensation,
And I would laugh in fear!
Literally — I don't lie.
My HP Poem #1800
©Atul Kaushal
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
I do not know why I love the needle
The pain as it enters my skin
I long for the sight of blood bursting into the syringe
Far more than the dangerous drugs contained within
I wrote this right after I got clean and realized how hard it is to go from shooting up three times a day to not at all. I figured it was fitting since today i have been clean off ****** for THREE MONTHS! Everyone out there struggling: you can do it!!!!
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
I love the needle
They call it a "fixation"
I call it friendship
I hate that i am/was addicted to such a self harming object more than the drugs themself. I dont miss ****** at all but i do still think about the thrill of seeing blood fill the syringe. I also had a horrible time hitting a vein so that is probably also part of it.
Scarlet Niamh Apr 2015
You were a part of my life before,
But today you are not.
Feelings that were there between us
Are now all forgot.

You replaced my fondness with hatred
By injecting it into my veins.
Where once there was love and happiness
Now there is only pain
Frank Ruland Dec 2014
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your* hate your
your disease y-
our
bad blood
your apathy y-
our
lack of fin-
esse
your sick-
ness
your con-
tempt
your sh-
it
your nothin-
g
your traged-
y
your devas-
tation
your li-
es
your cancer your g-
uilt
your
denial y-
our
sick
spite
yo-
ur
plac-
ebo
yo-
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ang-
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your
**dosage of death
My second attempt at concrete poetry. I think this was significantly better

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