Agony
Crawling in my bones;
Poison,
Injected.
Crows picking on me.
The itch.
The terrible itch.
Reaches through my skin,
Burning me like acid.
It hurts.
Oh, it hurts so endlessly.
When will it depart from my fragile body,
My mind, so clean.
When.
Copyright © Theo Nikula | Year Posted 2021
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