A walk through of a needle ~by Omar Vargas
- Palabras Con Alas
- Apr 1, 2021
- 1 min read
It feels like eternity
laying down on the leather chair moving dramatically
needle surfing back and forth on my leg like a cat scratching nonstop
waiting to be fed
my bloodline being consumed by carbon and lead
over-pouring inside the skin
chin up, eyes dim, breathing from my nostrils
feel it penetrating my blood cells until it leaks down to my ankles as if it wants me to be dead
veins exhaling
like letting go on a unfinished balloon
body twitches as the needle runs over a nerve
like riding down a hill on a penny board and hits a curve, loses control,
wishing someone was there to stop you, or at least not be left alone
palms now sweating, can't even hold my phone my leg goes numb but I’m itching for more
doubt coming into play like, “Why do I make myself feel this way?”
My mind in the clouds, but this needle pulls me back to this phase of luxurious pain
zzzzzzzz…
the pleasant sound fades away
other people probably go crazy, for the long hours it takes spreading ointment before wrapping it up like a Christmas present checkpoint clear, off I go in this rocketeer
to mark this vessel like a chandelier.
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