on tourniquets


Tourniquet on your arm, eyes closed, cradling the needle, warming your soul.  Frozen I stood, admiring your chemical peace.  Opening your eyes, you stared through me, in surrender…

What am I grateful for?

  • Submission, to things unseen.
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