Better

the needle went in and i winced.

necessary, healing.
flow through me
make me better.
please.

make me better,
like the anxicalm never did.
like the nurses who smiled
and hugged
and promised it wouldn't always be like this
never did.

make me better
like avoiding the scales,
and covering the calorie information
on packets of food
that i eat now
(hey, i eat now)
never did.

numbers never leave my mind,
and i really f*****g hate maths.

the needle went in and
it felt like he was saying my name.

please make me better.

-j.f.