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Burn It
I feel them skitter on my head,
creeping between my hairs.
Endless whispers of madness
gripping my scalp,
so I’m unable to brush them away,
slipping right through the comb.
Shower my head with gasoline,
light it up with a match,
let the fumes suffocate this torment,
the blaze consumes them whole.
Burn it until they turn into ashes,
drifting in the air,
until nothing is left.
creeping between my hairs.
Endless whispers of madness
gripping my scalp,
so I’m unable to brush them away,
slipping right through the comb.
Shower my head with gasoline,
light it up with a match,
let the fumes suffocate this torment,
the blaze consumes them whole.
Burn it until they turn into ashes,
drifting in the air,
until nothing is left.
Published 24th Sep 2024
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