Needle(s)

Couldn’t decide, plural or singular.

Getting on with it…


They slide into you

Painlessly

And then you are immune

To death

 

The real kind, are fine

Just don’t get a contaminated one!

Always fresh

 

Always fresh, the pain

My mind, and the mental ones

That stab, puncture, maim

Make unbelievable wounds

These are my needles

I am not immune

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