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Acus
A needle: a small, thin object with a sharp point that mends our open wounds. Sewing needles are polished and used by seamstresses to keep our clothes stitched and tailored. Acupuncture needles, a traditional remedy believed to heal the body and mind. Fresh scented pine trees bow through summer and winter, fall and spring. These needles are survivors, they never sleep. But, the needle you preferred produces only unanswered questions, tears and disarray. When the needle punctured your skin, its venom sprinted through your bloodstream, freeing your endorphins in a dance inside your brain. Your body rattled, eyes twisted, you descended into a self-constructed euphoria. You settled in dwellings the needle provided, dishonest, dead and rheumy eyed as you chased your magical dragon to ease that unfathomable pain, time slipped by you and like a crook in black, life faded away. A boy of six or seven, asleep on a ruined mattress, in a home abandoned. A son; your blood and kin. His eyes flutter open, to see you at rest on a chair beside the window frame, No clouds or shine, no moon nor stars; no emotion, no hesitation; Only you, his protector, thrusting that needle into your vein.
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