I am viscerally drawn to stare at the pile of needles.
The pile of needles drew me to the center of the photo, to the mess of needles. It was visceral.
The image is uncomfortable. It immediately strikes me as a danger. Even though, upon further inspection, I can see the orange plastic covers on the tips of the needles, indicating a barrier and a level of safety, I have been socialized to think of needles, not only as a source of discomfort (receiving a shot), but also as a potentially life-threatening danger.