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Comfortably Numb"The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting" Nine Inch Nails Hurt
The needle punctures the skin and pierces the vein. Despite the constant practice I still wince for a second, taking a deep breath my thumb pushes down on the plunger pumping the murky brown liquid into my system. Once pushed as far as it will go I take another breath and pull, the thin tube of metal slides out of my flesh, the pain is already dulled. Blood leaks out ready to scab over adding to the little collection of tiny circular wounds on my arm. Casting the now useless needle aside a clumsily untie the rag tourniquet a little above the freshest mark. One handed and quickly zoning out it takes a while but I manage to tear it off, for no reason I clutch a piece of it in my hand like a treasure. Laying back finally free to relax, my bed for the night and the past three or so weeks is a stained mattress that creaks something awful when I move.
Not wanting to look at the mattress or the threadbare and wel
Joe the Scab
There was once a scab named Joe
Whom looked for work were the pickets did go
He lived his own golden age
On double the normal wage
Until a starved Wobblie cracked his head with a Hoe
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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