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The Master of IV’s
That day was supposed to be
A nightmare
Like the night before
Shaking in fear
Surgery
Goodbye wisdom
Crying eyes, wiped dry
By a peculiar nurse
Easing my mind
Until she walked away
And I trailed behind
My eyes couldn’t follow
Her love was my arrow
Swish this, she said
“Spit it out?”
“Yup, all over my sink”
What the hell is this
Trembling legs, paralyzed
Here comes the needle
Hold still
“Good girl”
That’s it?
And then I sat back
And watched her magic
One that worked within seconds
And I was out
A nightmare
Like the night before
Shaking in fear
Surgery
Goodbye wisdom
Crying eyes, wiped dry
By a peculiar nurse
Easing my mind
Until she walked away
And I trailed behind
My eyes couldn’t follow
Her love was my arrow
Swish this, she said
“Spit it out?”
“Yup, all over my sink”
What the hell is this
Trembling legs, paralyzed
Here comes the needle
Hold still
“Good girl”
That’s it?
And then I sat back
And watched her magic
One that worked within seconds
And I was out
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