The Former Via The Latter, Or Vice-Versa?

Oh, how it would feel...

Just one approaching needle

Still and without quiver as it nears

Plants the first mark

Begins to stretch taut skin

Finally punctures as a single drop of life surfaces

Checking its maps before venturing further

Into an uncharted void of flesh and sinew

Carving its own straight line of clockwork precision

Following the vertex with sensation until, at last, it breaks through

Holding back the immense urge to smile

Though the mind's image is elated

Entering the mouth with utmost anticipation

Enticing the moist air around it

And not losing any grip as the syringe breaks

As something thick is introduced into it...

Something dark and captivating in theory

Although some find it morose or even usual

It travels through subtle excuses

Without leaving a stain

Pouring into the mouth with passion

Even though it could take days

Pooling toward the edge

And beginning to trickle down the lips

Widening to a energetic stream

Until there is none left

The head tips forward

And the residual is left to weep itself out

Completely draining

A second time...

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

A very interesting view.
Almost reminds me of something the Velvet Underground would do.
Potent thoughts..unrestrained.

Enjoyed it.
Scott