at the sight
of a needle about to pierce
my skin.
the glimmer of a syringe,
the tip
gleaming
with some sort of vaccine
or numbing agent.
i'd grow sweaty
and pale,
my mouth would go dry,
and i'd twitch
like a cat
in a room full of rocking
chairs,
but now.
who cares.
go ahead. make me a
dart board,
poke me anywhere.
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