Love
Raid
The
memories
draw
themselves out
like
razors of sun
too
hot
poke
and prick
Shiny
black bugs
scampering
just in sight
then
nothing
but
the recollection
scuttling
over
and over
the
day
Running
on me
every
annoying pest
I
didn’t swat
before
I got caught
in
their trap
Help
me…
help
me…
October
4, 2018
OctPoWriMo2018 Day 4
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