Needle Of The Night Poem by Ariel Kraitzick

the moon's falling tears
highlight the contours
of his
bony
cheeks

suitcases filled with heavy luggage
lay
forgotten
in the terminals
of his
blank eyeballs
black like the night sky
but bereft of that
seductive twinkle

he lifts the smirking syringe
with trembling movements
and pierces his skin
furnished with the deep potholes
of a detonated minefield

Sagging
to
the ground
he waits for it to take effect
and listens to the moon
as it silently weeps