Skhy Cressell

Rookie (3.05.1990 / JC)

One Experience With The Needle - Poem by Skhy Cressell

6: 50 P.M.
My legs won’t stop shaking. Breathing isn’t second nature- it’s strange. Each time I draw in a breath it feels like some sort of push against my sternum. I forget to breath yet oddly never appear to be out of breath. I can’t even seem to hold on to a single thought any longer than three seconds or so. My mind is almost in an animalistic-type of frantic and scared mindset. I hate this. I want to both cry and scream simultaneously, yet no energy to be angry- feel anything- surfaces. I start to feel sick to my stomach.
9: 30 P.M.

Just one moment of one day in my needle junkie past.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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