i.
My arm hurts, so I shall not die
The needle pricked in to prevent;
Yet I don’t know exactly why
I took it, it’s not what I meant.
She said it wasn’t death indeed
She was afraid of, just the pain.
I made my arm hurt for I need
I guess, to feel her once again.
ii.
Running in waves that give and dispossess
The sting does not subside
With time, the temporary timelessness
Of death has it abide.
iii.
Against Oblivion’s disease I got
Inoculated with a backlit shot.
June 30, 2023
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