26 Nov





The rain flecked dark

has pressed itself

against the window.


The last brave leaves

are clinging

to hidden trees.


I play Lana quietly

over and over

in this lonely hotel room.


I roll up my sleeve

and bare the heart

I wear there.


Tightening the tourniquet

swelling the vein


another cyber injection

of you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Johnny Popkess

I first posted this a year ago based on an earlier tweet I had made on Twitter. I hope you can bear the repost.


Posted by on November 26, 2016 in Still Life


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4 responses to “Injection

  1. Kanika Tripathi

    November 27, 2016 at 8:38 pm

    I admire your works, good sir.
    I often wonder what must have been going through your mind as you create literature. It’s like you have each and every word planned out before spill it for the beholders.

    Liked by 1 person


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