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In the Lab
by Kristina WoodhillUp 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 © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David Hill on 11/01/08 at 01:18 AM Very real and relatable. Yes, No horror story endings please, and thank you. |
| 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. |
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