by Gitana Deneff
Sickness
Flutters
Crawls on
My skin.
I can’t rub
It off.
Swirling
In my mind
An evil
Concoction
Of turmoil
And dread.
I tear
And claw
At myself
‘Til I bleed
From frustration.
Fright
Cold sweat
Trembling,
I can’t take this
Anymore.
Why do you
Have to make this
So hard
For me?
With shredded
Skin,
Broken
Nails
I rip out
My eyes
I can no longer
See with.
Last updated May 18, 2011