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A Leech Came After Me In My Sleep
A leech came after me in my sleep.
So I dreamed up a tapeworm.
Silly mistake.
Now I am being eaten.
Slowly and mightily.
From the inside out,
And the outside in.
The roundworms and flatworks are knocking.
I dare not listen.
Not wanting any more strife.
In what is left
Of my rapidly disappearing body.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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