The needle threatens,
taking me as its own personal challenge.
Cold as fire and hot as ice,
it teases my vagus nerve
to tip me over nausea's edge.
I flush and shudder
as my vision blurs.
The syncope wins;
the triumphant needle in the bin.
First three Chapters....
15 years ago
3 comments:
Great imagery!
I learned all sorts of stuff from this poem. Thank you.
I love the "Cold as fire and hot as ice"
Well done!
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