Routinely Certain
Camille B ( 8th Grade )
“ Trypanophobia ”— fear of needles One of too many packages to unwrap Serpents to overcome Every year the familiar rise in blood pressure The beads of sweat crowning my hair The sky uneven like the silly room At the Children ’ s Museum The clenching of my muscles Like fists The nurse ’ s sugary voice Her hair pulled back The cotton ball wet with rubbing alcohol
The distance between a cloak of ebony black The aftertaste of a headache And the overhead lights , a graveyard of flies Only the prick of spinning wheel And a Sponge Bob bandage Away
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