Itch+New Poem


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Itch

By: Shalida Ann

 

The itch is gone, I can’t feel it.

No more crawlers.

It will be savored.

 

Far from his touch.

No sounds in my mind can be heard.

The itch is gone, I can’t feel it.

 

Safe from the wicked speech.

Taller than the previous devastation.

It will be savored.

 

Stronger than his steel chains.

Tougher than his moans.

The itch is gone, I can’t feel it.

 

The urge to spill water is decaying.

Time is moving.

It will be savored.

 

Feel again.

Feel nothing for him.

The itch is gone, I can’t feel it.

It will be savored.

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