At first it hurt, you
Recall the pain of the first time they tried
To fit a needle into your arm
To turn your arteries inside out
Exposing raw radio silence.
You had to tape your hands over your ears
because white noise had never been so loud
At first it hurt, when they
Tried to find your vein
But everyone becomes numb to something
Familiar
Only time before your skin rots away
Through your heart and you only can touch
People with collarbones and arm plates
Scabbed over spinal columns and lazy
Nerve endings
You sense the familiar vibration
But you don't taste it anymore
You are cold, judging by the way their breath
Hits your blue skin; untouchable but yet you still
Do not understand why they are afraid
They all have warmth within them,
While you have land mines and
Coal.
YOU ARE READING
Breakable Contents
Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
