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Breaking Through
A tremor rests in my fingers
my exposed thigh,
with bevelled tip in line
I'm ready,
I think?
I prick,
suck at my teeth
"How are you doing friend?"
a clatter in the sharps bin
let's try that again
spritz, crinkle, rip, pop
I'm all lined up again
my lungs fill with courage,
and I hold
until I break new ground
Push, push, push
Stop.
That's deep enough now,
sacrificing air for steady fingers
I twist, push, I must keep it straight
It feels like...
Nothing
It glides through my skin
smooth as butter
'till suddenly, a wall again
I angle back up
Now it feels like something
Its blunted,
which makes me feel the cut
One
Last
Big
Push
And I'm through
my exposed thigh,
with bevelled tip in line
I'm ready,
I think?
I prick,
suck at my teeth
"How are you doing friend?"
a clatter in the sharps bin
let's try that again
spritz, crinkle, rip, pop
I'm all lined up again
my lungs fill with courage,
and I hold
until I break new ground
Push, push, push
Stop.
That's deep enough now,
sacrificing air for steady fingers
I twist, push, I must keep it straight
It feels like...
Nothing
It glides through my skin
smooth as butter
'till suddenly, a wall again
I angle back up
Now it feels like something
Its blunted,
which makes me feel the cut
One
Last
Big
Push
And I'm through
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