the itch will come back
like it has been for years
as winter develops
and spring to arrive
ill feel the itching return
I can try and push the thought away
but one day ill gaze upon every sharp object in the room
and my wrists will throb
and sigh
and sob
because they'll know the itching has returned.
- Author: bittersweet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2022 19:56
- Category: Unclassified
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