A small pinch, the needle pierces my skin.
A wonderful dose flows into my veins.
I appear comatose for a few hours,
but my mind is exploring other worlds.
The doctor finally appears.
The piercing pain in my stomach
is only getting worse, I feel.
Will someone give me a dose
of something soon, morphine maybe?
The doctors here dose me daily.
I appear more affable, but
the piercing parley in my head
is not quitting or quieting.
One small dose with his meal today.
No piercing to give it away.
"Natural causes," they will say.
How much are you willing to pay?
Three Word Wednesday CCLII
Appear, Dose, Pierce