It attacks me
taking hold,
slithering up my legs,
torso, soul.

A longing, nagging feeling
creating debt,
strangling me till I have
nothing left.

You can diagnose me,
give me pills, shock me
so I can't feel,

It will creep even
still,

up around my back,
tightening grabbing hold,
choking my neck,
it's rattler rattling
up in frenzy!

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