Black blood

Black blood

A Poem by terry smith

poison makes its way
through my veins
like a Panzer
through polish streets
leaving
my life's highway
in ruins
I become
a pincushion
for every lab tek
nurse and phlebotomist
walking the halls
of this sanitized hell
leaving me guessing
is the cure
worse than the disease

© 2021 terry smith


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it feels these days like we go to hospitals to GET sick.
Pin cushions...I don't want to be one.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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