The It.

They crawl under me,

Like lining themselves under every layer of my skin

And I wait for it to hit me

But it doesn’t

I watch it crawl over me

As I lay breathless on that bed

And soon I wonder,

Ill lose anyway

They know my secrets,

They penetrate my veins

They sew my bruises within me

Helplessly hoping,

Resuscitating..

Breath slowly sinking,

Heart lightly pumping

I know what is coming

I know what it’ll do to me

I know what it has done

I know when they crawl beneath me

When night and day is one.

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