Needle Points

Blast you, needle point!

How dare thee strike my skin with such impudence!

How would you feel if I sliced my teeth through your metallic skin?

Wearing only a grin of consolence as my mosquito prick absorbs you?

You are the heat of my boiling blood

Rising;

Rising like a tempest, squabbled amongst the fiery sea.

And I hope I rise to the occasion of stepping on your turbulence

And walk upon you like the tiles of this hospital flooring

I'll leave you seeing colors,

Without really seeing the textures,

The flowing wisp of reds, blues.

Flippantly, I laugh at your attempts to cure me;

I'll never be cured of this lividity against you!

Only be subdued with the toxicity of mytortured mind.

Those thoughts that scream frightfully against the darkness,

Stroking my lids when tears sting behind their shutters,

How could I ever forgive such a devil who made me cry so vigorously?

I hold you accountable, little needle point!

You aren't so big as you claim to be!

Superficial needle, this stone structure of human body will fail to break,

Fail to crumble at your satanic touch.

Once again, I'll allow my screams to quiet you this time, little needle point

Because whom else can stop you

Other than myself?