The Stick

My eternal fatiguing relationship with the world of medicos.

Today is the day. 

Anticipation chills my spine, 

and creeps along my torso. 

Auras, antiseptic insult my arrival. 

PTSD dreams...Vampires in white do their dance. 

Simple rubber bands to slowly squeeze the life from me. 

The stick, like a stainless arachnid, piercing flesh. 

Inspiring OBE. 

Sanguine liquid through crystal. 

45 on, and I die a little every time.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Enough is enough is the right call and shout sometimes. A great medicinal writer...:);;;;;;;;;;;;

[Jay Steitler]

Shouting is often the best policy, especially for someone who hates needles. Thanks, Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. So true...You are welcome...:)......................

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

I like this poem. Keep on the good work