The First Poke
sitting on a staircase
stairing at my arm
"you sure you want this"
i nod my head
hold my breath
and look away
a belt above my elbow
veins untouched and clean
a poke
"dont flinch"
a warm tingling feeling
crawls slowley up my arm
my entire body shaking
a not ties in my tummy
a feeling i dont like
"calm down your just nervious,
lay down and relax
youll fly high in a minute"
an eternity passes
a spark in my brain
a tiny feeling grows
bigger and bigger
i feel like im floating
i just cant explain it
the feeling i mean
this marks the first time
it got a hold of me
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