Not an injection but rather a stab
By a syringe that suckled your veins
Pulling venom into the vial
That holds the pollution to streams
That I’ve tried to keep clean
Scarlet synthetics surface the infection
I cured once
Or twice before
Pus protects the parts that are left of me
Pieced together by sticky saps
That seep onto the floorboards
And pull you under like quicksand until only your head is above
And the body that holds your needles
Is caged into paralysis
Pupils dilate
Fade to black
As I pry my scars from before
To kill the toxins that stole
Myself from me
And gave to you
I scrape the surface of the swelling sores
To leak the scarlet synthetics
Into your watery grave
I won’t let you scar me
Anymore