Irritability

Beneath my skin she dwells She makes the surface itch Cooking up her spells Plotting her next pitch I imagine an ugly creature Looks like the devil's soul Not a single pleasant feature Scaly skin and teeth of coal She fidgets when I rest Concocting wicked dreams And when she's at her best Night terrors end in screams Her breath tastes of hate The stench has found my tongue My nerves become irate RAGE pollutes my lungs Through my eyes, you see Her soul and not mine Who I never wished to be Once upon a time