Laughter In My Veins
My hands are webbed- I can not grasp.
All I can do is feel the clawing rasp.
Of laughter in my veins.
That causes rippling pains.
I am appalled, I am taunted.
By loving words that are haunted.
I am sorry for my fear.
As I wait for sleep to take my last tear.
10/6/2021
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