In the Lab by Kristina Woodhill Up early, I drove to the lab, got jabbed twice, once in each waiting arm by a cheerful, nervous gal who mercifully passed me off to the pro who calmly took my blood. I left, my fear of needles reinforced, my mind pushing back hard on buried memories of IV's and loved ones too soon gone. My arms will now bruise black and blue, as they do, and my own red river will tell my inner tales, as I pray for no horror story endings to this already punctured day. 10/31/2008 Posted on 10/31/2008 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/01/08 at 05:04 AM Well done Kris. I like the last two lines also. Hope you are okay....CharMin Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/03/08 at 07:57 PM I thought this was going to be an update to the Monster Mash! Really like the descriptiveness here Kris. Definitely horror of its own though if one fears needles. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 45 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)