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Submitted:Jul 22, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


The sick pale wrap that bandages

my tired muscles and damaged bones

warms to the approaching stab

The loaded syringe knocks at the door

of a friendly blue line

the vein and needle embrace like lovers reunited

Heavy, my thumb pumps the poison

into my desperate body

Warm kisses, like lost butterflies

swarm my inner mind

An anchor secured and a smile raised

I seek more, demand contentment

and reload the awaiting glass knife

The wound will scar me like never before

and leave a heavy weight

on my numb skull

A weight, the tear sodden mourners

call a headstone

Chiseled dates and a full name my ghost

can forever admire, does not stop thoughts of a further fix...





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