A Needle’s Touch

Door slams behind my back

my shoes sink in the damp rug.

Wet jacket hugging my body tightly,

my chest pounding heavily,

the stuffy air from the clinic

infiltrates my nostrils.

I give in my papers like I’m supposed to,

my arms trembling in anticipation,

waiting in queue after four others.

the clock barely ticking –

panic freezes time.

An eternity in line,

ten minutes to be precise.

invited in

take a seat.

My mind cannot rest –

she wants my human flesh

to tear me apart,

drain the blood out of my body,

JUST GET IT OVER WITH!

The needle poked my fragile skin

crimson red blood filling tube

after tube

after tube,

all is done while my mind

still expecting pain to stab my arms.

Guess it is all over now,

rest.

the blood is no longer in my hands.

~ An Appeal to everyone on World Aids Day to

1. Get informed and break the stigma

2. Get tested frequently

More information on my poetry book is available from: Poetry Book: The A to Z of You and Me