is easy with the needle
going
into my vein
to draw
the life out of me.
she's done this
ten thousand
times,
i can tell.
i can't help
but look
after the pinch is made
to watch
the vial fill up
with a swirl of crimson
blood.
feeling a little faint,
i ask
her if there will
be cookies
and juice to follow
after
she dabs the wound
with alcohol.
she says no.
sorry.
but there's a water
fountain around the corner,
go slow,
try not to fall.
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