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February 22, 2014

It’s slithering over me
My lungs feeling heavy
I will them to expand
Skin and joints on fire
Tears fall with each movement
The touch of a sheet
Feels like cats claws
…somewhere in wishful
Thinking, I dream
Of a kind touch
That may ease this
Merciless searing
Which convinces me of purgatory
What am I paying for?
What are we any paying for
Pain a hateful currency
Paying as it exacts.


From → poetry

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