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PRURITUS

I saw myself sculpted, capricious
A rain of doubt, floods the hinge
It's in moments of abhorrence
That I would shape my fringe

She reaches out from the spring
Fingers splayed like a dead branch
I rest my eyes upon the ring
I spill myself to feel complete

Her mouth was an abyss
Spewing forth feculence
And in her toxic words
I wouldn't convalesce

But it was I who made her
Such beauty long forgotten
Where once was warmth
Turned cold to ferried end

I am unspeakable horror
To her
All are seen as favorable
In eyes unfettered by guilt

But it is your soliloquy
Resting in the dream
And you would see me
Tasting of your ear

And how could such crystal words
Ever be ignored?

I would see you through into death
If only you'd take me with

Insects dig deeper
Pruritus
Further into her mind
Than dreams ever could