Spider BitesA Poem by phantom painsI am losing it
You are the itch that feels incredible to scratch.
It's horrible for my skin; Picking calls for redness, irritation, and an eventual scar, But with every claw at the wound, there is much satisfaction. The burning sensation of the venom is converged by a moment of bliss, Where pain dissipates, Where pain is concealed, rather, And where the weight of the lust for more Overpowers the eventual regrets and sorrow and awful wonder... And I wonder, when the numbing paste doesn't do its job, Why must I cut open wounds for myself, When there are old ones still to heal? And to this, I am silenced. To this I am lost, again. © 2015 phantom pains |
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1 Review Added on September 23, 2015 Last Updated on September 23, 2015 Authorphantom painsAboutHumble greetings. I am Megan, a painter, poet, and short story writer. I am currently working on a novella inspired by familiar faces in a crowd, and a comedic biography on George Washington. Want t.. more..Writing
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