needle

He craved sex and chocolate. Chocolate was his heroin. Men were his needle.

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.

Sometimes Geraldine feels like she can drive forever. Maybe that__ partially why she took a job at Milo General Motors. Driving is the best means of escape that the human race has, at least, that__ her opinion. She__ never had the guts to try drugs before, both because her sister was a junkie in the last few months she knew her, and because she__ heard the overdose horror stories, seen 'Requiem for a Dream', smelled the vapours of a meth lab that Julia__ boyfriend built, heard the crunching glass of crack vials and heroine needles when they happen to break. Even this alone is too surreal, not to mention that if she were high or tripping on acid or whatever the drug of choice may be, this would give the ghosts more power to morph into something even more nightmarish than they already are.

He pulled something out of his pocket and tried to stick it in her arm. A needle. He'd offered her hope, but then he was trying to hurt her. Poison. She pushed him away. "That wasn't nice.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.