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They itched
Her thoughts spiraled down
She wondered
"If I do it now,
Will they stop?
Will it go away?
Will the itch
Disappear for another day?"
She changed tools
Then in a blink
Drew twin roses
In black marker ink
The itch left
Losing its powers
And her arms
Beautiful with flowers
Stained with
Not deep red
But black
Were unharmed
Another day.
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~ Kaitlynn Diana Snow ~
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Dead Lights
PoetryIn this moment Everyone knows Monsters are lurking In the shadows All fuel runs dry And so the humans shout For the last time "The Dead Lights went out." Poetry Book by Kaitlynn Diana Snow Start: 12/21/2020 End:
