My poem titled “Saying Goodbye to old Friends”

poetry

It’s funny how I become obsessed with the injection marks

When the poison coursing through my veins is gone

Nagging feelings to check on the fangs

On the needles that left my skin bruised

Are more toxic than the poison itself

Because absence is more interesting

It’s a more romantic notion

The void left behind leaves an itch

And you wonder what they’re doing

Now that you’ve cut them out

 

-Collins

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