Darkness in form
Like a sorcerer’s spell
Flames birth
With a metallic sheen
Shadows of white whisper left behind
Cut, cut, cut
Water made with snow dust
And into the needle it goes
Pressure encircling my arm
Quick little pain
Bulging vein
Quake in release
Quiet hopeful yearning
Rush to my head
Throbbing like a flooding river
Fire under my skin
Mind like a helium balloon
Hitch in my breath
Queer crawling itch
Chemical wizards command
My life feels better

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