ivandragovich
New Member
I love the way the vials softly clink,Close the blinds, dim the lights, and stroke all the vials while repeating "My precious"
A sound that stirs my blood to sync,
My skin at each injection site,
Perks up, alive, with calm delight.
I spin the vials within my hands,
Like meditation’s quiet commands,
Soothing me, as I transcend,
To a place where prices bend—
Where purity and sterility reign,
Perfected in each vial’s domain.
Just speaking of it, I feel the thrill,
A shiver down my spine so still.
-Ivan Drago

