Identical to a loose hair
That squiky writhing feeling
Creeps up
Memories in the night
Immediately identifiable
Mimicking that second
Disconnecting from the follicle
A damnable turncoat
Incurring instant wrath
An unwavering task
Taking over your body
Until complete
𓍯𓂃
Frantically scratching
With repulsion
At eyes and mouth
Running to the mirror
To ferret it out
Every millimeter of skin
That felt the touch
Crawling with revulsion
Not until the offending sensation
Has been plucked off
And flushed away
Can lights be put out
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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