Tiny pricks,

the numb feeling

spreading from my early morning

face and down my left arm,

already embroiled in the memory

of a similar sensation

many years before,

and oh how that brought me down,

now I find that friends have rallied round

with good wishes, unlike before

where She told me

in no uncertain terms

that I was a waste of space,

the numbness echoing and dying,

so she maintained,

in her heart was enough

to wish me dead.

 

These tiny pricks