The syringe glistens in white
fluorescent light, cold and brilliant;
Glove white hand holds firm grip,
thumb pressed against plunger –

I am

Filled with blood, it wants my blood,
To suck me up and spit me out;
It loves games like that, to play tag –

I am

It closes in when dropper sinks into
my skin, flesh and vein, leisurely teasing –

I am

It, I am
It, I am it –
and I won’t win.