I feel it start on the
inside, up through the skin.
Till the surface ripples,
tingles and stings.
the flesh is shrunk then
stretched.
Torn and bloody.
sagging loose.
then crushing tight.
It started in the morning,
and lasted through the night.
I'm ready to brust.all I need
to do is give up the fight.

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