Crawling up my back.
Smiling under my skin.
Needlesharp claws
turning my muscles into twisted nests.
Agony comfortably resting in the curve of my back
lying there waiting to be disturbed.
Flossing with my nerves
stretching out the tissue like an illfitting sweater
and biting in my spine
hungry for the marrow within.
I can only imagine.
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