I want to stick in your mind’s eye like a claw
Sensation interrupts vision, blurring focus,
The world is a watercolor
Reconstructing into abstractions of me
Before fading to black
The world’s tastes blend, bland
Everything a dry cracker caulking the throat
Smell my perfume and feel it thicken, saccharine
You big glutton, crave and starve or gorge and fester
Water will not help you
You read a story once
Maybe twice, maybe two thousand times
Its wisdoms swallowed, churned, dissolved
A--T--C--G littered about your mind
Tag, you're it, come get me
I'll rake, you writhe, itch spreading
Fingernails deposit cells, thighs to mouth to heart
For relief, come closer; scratching feels good
Many things feel good back here
With my claws, in you, in the dark
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