Infusion

by Aypee   Jun 18, 2006


It's feeling but
without the pain.
Cold, solid, silver,
beautiful.
I'm drunk on the blood
in the blood
blood from me.
It doesn't hurt,
it feels cold,
it surrounds me,
it holds me,
it makes me remember
I'm there.
Pinch myself-
I'm dreaming.
Cut myself-
I'm alive.

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