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it comes down to this

by Sheryl St. Germain

 

it comes down to this:

a room, a needle, you
newly clean,

a small envelope of dope
that delivers the same dose

as always, though this time
it’s been so long, your body’s forgotten

what to do
with so much

~

 

you choose the vein
in the back of a hand
to carry

this last intimacy
a puncture mark

++++the small door

of your death

 

~

 

did you feel it, in those last seconds,
that sudden rush
++++of sun, warmth,
of what you thought
++++++++++you wanted?