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IV

They sedated me today. First time for
everything, my appendages clamoring in
anxious tremors, skin sticking to brick
brown leather vinyl. I could see my
disorder on a screen, hear it in the
radio waves climbing and falling to
rock bottom, control it with deep
inhalations or shallow, desperate
gasps. Abnormally black skin - I am
no stranger to the pinches and
pricks - and a path infiltrated; hard to
settle with "There's nothing to worry
about", but never have I felt such
sweet psychological release, such
synthetic ease as with a needle and a
vein and the kiss of their climax.