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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
Copyright ©
Anna Hopper
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