Lovenox Shots

The number of purple green galaxies are lower
Than the many days before this one
Patchwork colors across my stomach
You can see the blooming red underneath
Pressure points their hands brush against
When they hug me in the late of night
Lily pads of pain printed on skin
Drawn with a single needle prick
The match the brushes of colors of the sky
After the angriest of storms