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You are still a thorn in my side
A burying pain I can never excavate from under my marred flesh
Like a stubborn octopus you cling, spreading your tentacles of despair
Into every trembling nook and cranny of my feeble form
Parasitic, you devour me from the inside out
Hollowing my bones and softening my resolve
Until my desire to shuck you off has been melted into a sludgy pool
And all that’s left is you
Colonizing my soul, dictating my every thought
Delving even into my most private dreams you choreograph taunting fantasies
And then rip away the cloak of sleep and reveal my yearning face
Caught in that pathetic stage between dreams and waking
My eyes, searching
My lips, puckering
Anticipating your smoldering kiss that could make all this suffering worthwhile
But no kiss comes
There is no sign of your face
Like a will o’ the wisp you have fled again into the gloom
Retreating behind broad daylight’s skirts
Until the night comes again, bringing with her my doom

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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