Blood DrawA Poem by MadiFirst Time Hands shaky Palms sweaty queasy uneasy so much build up for such a little task the nurse looks nice enough will she do a good job though? I really hope I don’t pass out oh gosh she asked me to roll up my sleeve the alcohol feels cool and refreshing though it means the needle is next though she says i will feel a pinch I close my eyes nothing happens I look down and the crimson blood is flowing through the tube into little beakers like we use in chemistry she says a few more seconds this isn’t so bad the needle slips out seamlessly from my blue and puffy vein an ugly band aid goes on i walk out the door leaving behind my fear© 2014 Madi |
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Added on February 20, 2014 Last Updated on February 20, 2014 Author
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