A Plague

My loneliness is a plague inside my skin, itching my will-

Coughing up memories of blood & mucus 

Make me remember what wellness was, 

What feeling was. 

Now crickets sing my lonely 

& no one is here to hear me 

Touch me- whoever you are & heal this hurt

Of SHE gone into yesterday while 

One stay here in a now feeling a pain 

Dull in that unsharpened way

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