A Single Needle

A single needle
from space, from time
Who knows where?
Came shearing through the night
And pierced me, not too painlessly
Through the centre of my heart
And told me, “yes son, this is your last”

I did not cry, the expected animal cry
Instead I withdrew, from the star flung laughable night
Into an antechamber, the wound still bleeding
For I of all people, had grown numb to feeling
And I saved not time to remove the needle
I am dead anyway, let me do this one last thing
And I approached the cellphone
Dialed her dead number
In hopes of hearing the remnants of her voice
In her answering machine
Instinct of survival, nearly dead

“Miss ****** is out, please leave a message”
"Goodbye, my love
This is not how I wanted it to be
Anyways, the needle you wished from the comet
Has found its way to me
And the hurt it causes, is much less
than the hurt you caused to me
I hope you finally have found peace"

Needle breaks into a thousand shards
Each finds a vein to exorcise
Gory display of blood stained flesh,
An Implosion of cerebral matter is all that is left
As the I within the I, says a final goodbye
I ask my many selves
Do i really deserve to die,
In a night like this?
With nobody to watch over me
Nor even an instance of bliss?
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