Pain by M. Sakran

Pain

Sitting in the room,
watching the 69 year old man cringe,
as the phlebotomist,
stabbed him,
for the fourth time.

by M. Sakran

Editor’s Note: Sometimes a poem needs very few lines to make a point.

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