Another IV

 

Another prick but not the last

makes me think of surguries past

I feel a burning surging threw my vains and salt in my mouth

as my heart pumps the poision threw me

I fall back in my hospital cot and begin to float to sleep in a sea of warmth.

They told me I would never walk

They told me I could never have a normal life

They were wrong

I was too strong

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