Fingers ache from pin prick sticks, patterns revealed.
Food into mouth, insulin into stomach makes the poison fade.
Every day this balancing act continues: test, eat, dose.
Medications and carbohydrates — fate’s a mischievous mistress.
Food into mouth, insulin into stomach makes the poison fade.
People speak of getting high like it’s a game without loss.
Medications and carbohydrates — fate’s a mischievous mistress.
I know all too well the value of my blood.
People speak of getting high like it’s a game without loss.
I’m tossed on waves on days when I have less money than sense.
I know all too well the value of my blood —
it’s the answer to why I’m shaking in late night lows.
I’m tossed on waves on days when I have less money than sense.
Every day this balancing act continues: test, eat, dose.
It’s the answer to why I’m shaking in late night lows.
Fingers ache from pin prick sticks: patterns revealed.
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Andrew Ziegler is a poet from the Colorado Springs area.
