emily655321
04-19-2004, 07:34 AM
Small pins are inside, pushing out.
Trapped, minute segmented things
Beneath the clothes, pushing into skin.
What once was thought has festered.
An acrid, swelling, writhing mass
Pushing out.
Protect me the way you know how;
Swaddle me, smother me in this.
Don't let it push me out.
It's pulling me in.
Trapped, minute segmented things
Beneath the clothes, pushing into skin.
What once was thought has festered.
An acrid, swelling, writhing mass
Pushing out.
Protect me the way you know how;
Swaddle me, smother me in this.
Don't let it push me out.
It's pulling me in.