You
hurt the
spirit that
inhabits my
body, like red
tide in the spring
of living water. You
force yourself through
every interstice, as tinting
color converts white to fuchsia
A thousand thorns pricking every
cell. I stop you with needles dripping
with poison. You surrender; then quickly
return with vengeance
Sleep is my friend, my
army against you. And even that you steal
with every violence. Why do you stick to
me like a horrid leech? You are like
the polluted air everywhere. You
are like the gatecrasher to a
party. Unwelcome like a
pariah but always
there.
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