My body and the poisons went to work.
Horizontally, a mass
of flesh and bone.
The mind racing, undulating, rotating.
Confusion, delusion, transformation.
Again and again, the needle pierced the skin.
I hung to the string attached to myself like a child with a hot air balloon.
Watching ,removed yet connected.
The weeks wore away until the number said stop.
Emerging, vision expanded, peripheral accompanied by personality.