Friday, December 11, 2015


Veins clog up, refusing to thaw
Cold biting winds sting and jab
The pores plastered with abrasions from
Darts of the needle drawing blood
So a concavity on the chest
A contraption , an extrusion
Something both external yet
Part of the body
Funneled through this tube
Are cells determinant of life or death
While the sickly antiseptic smell
Recalls the pins and needles scent of blood
Sharp, astringent, nauseous
Entropy experienced as white light
Makes out of the exigency of suffering
Metaphysical succor
I carry it around , my dangling foetus
As the unborn me atrophies within.

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