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.
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!!!!
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.
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My second attempt at concrete poetry. I think this was significantly better