Nothing

January 18, 2018
By Aaron. BRONZE, Rocky Hill, Connecticut
Aaron. BRONZE, Rocky Hill, Connecticut
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The needle enters gently,
making my arm tingle lightly,
reaching the perfect high.
I itch the scabs,
which run across my arm,
the black and blue tracks replacing veins.
My eyes close as I feel my body leave the earth,
floating in a void of nothing and everything,
sweet, beautiful, eternal oblivion.
I
    Feel
            Nothing.


The author's comments:

In my creative writing class, we had to turn something horrible into something beautiful. I wrote this poem to explain the horrors of drugs and drug overdose, but I added elements of beauty in my piece.


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