Darkness in form
Like a sorcerer’s
spell
Flames birth
With a metallic sheen
Shadows of white
whisper left behind
Cut, cut, cut
Water made with snow
dust
And into the needle
it goes
Pressure encircling
my arm
Quick little pain
Bulging vein
Quake in release
Quiet hopeful
yearning
Rush to my head
Throbbing like a
flooding river
Fire under my skin
Mind like a helium
balloon
Hitch in my breath
Queer crawling itch
Chemical wizards
command
My life feels better
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