Not At Ease

A constant twitch
of irritability.
Nonsensical thoughts of confusion,
an over bearing tension – a pang.

Needles purging a vein
of life and chemical.
An abnormal path
sets the flow of an innocuous gesture.

With the suction reversed,
a tiny river erupts;
merging air with liquid…
The blood dissipates,
leaving the host uneasy.


3 thoughts on “Not At Ease

  1. slpmartin says:

    Okay…just the thought of needles makes me uneasy…your poem creates some very interesting images….thanks for sharing it.

  2. hannah says:

    incredible imagry (even if it’s a bit morbid) i love the way you create such vivid pictures with your descriptions.

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