
Part 1: Irritation
Pulsing veins tick
to the hum
of a quaking
bomb, clicking
down
each
second
Hairs vibrating
across thin layers
of papery skin,
swatting at invisible
crawling pests
Ears spilling over
the edges
with a
tuneless throbbing,
with an
endless numbing rhythm
that buzzes like
a mocking mosquito
Lungs ballooned
and heavy with
vicious words, ready
to strike
with every
exhalation
and spill
their victim’s blood
Hold fast!
Beware!
Stand guard!
(Pray, don’t come near.)
It is only a
matter of
time, of
a straw on a
camel’s back, of
being in
the wrong
place, of
a flicker of
the eye
Before
I
ignite
the
FLAME
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