A little plant and a little fruit
over the unwashed
The scent of eucalyptus
and the spritz of verbena
to cover the decay
The itch of flesh
in private places
ends with painful satisfaction
Pay the price
with the grit of dead skin
covering an oily layer of desperation
The skin cries out
Move!
Move!
Save yourself and move!
The body says
Did you hear something?
25-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
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