Syringe Full of Reminiscence

With just a kiss on the wrist he brings the warmth.

And a medicated life in a desolate place.

But is it not still a form of life?

This beautiful silver sliver sings of promise.

Promises of reticence and mortality.

Songs of futility and a new found sorrow.

It brings selfishness a whole new appellation.

Always the victim.

But never to blame.

Reckless little girl.

Can you find salvation before demise?

The tracks that lace her arms form a pattern of stars.

Stars she could never reach.

Each one a bitter elegy that no one seems to comprehend.

The rosary beads seem to be running out.

A rigorous fight for freedom.

A sincere prayer for her return.

I pray you return.

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