Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Inject

She held the needle on my arm, creating a depression that concentrated my fear to that one spot where the tip was ready to dig into my flesh.
She held the needle of power, the power that glistened in the circumference of the steel.
She held my life, not because that needle was supplied with poison.
No, fear of death is merely fear.

It is fear that is death itself.

And the only fear one must live in is the fear of fear.

Paradox?

Inject.

Posted by at

4 comments:

  1. Anurag ChughAugust 15, 2012 at 11:01 AM

    This reminds me of my first hospital experience: http://instagram.com/p/MIN2J5RSG6/

    I captioned the photo: "Wish this was a USB port instead of a valve/tap :P"

    ... could have been like in the move avatar, where they connect their ponytails to communicate.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Anurag ChughAugust 19, 2012 at 11:41 PM

    Stumbled across this today, felt like sharing this with you:

    http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/29804534609/chew-well-then

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anurag ChughAugust 21, 2012 at 4:31 AM

    OK, one more :)
    look at these:
    Injection wala pen!!

    seemed apt here!

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)