I need to get this sickness out
From underneath my skin
I dig my fingernails in
And find nothing, nothing.
I know in my heart of hearts
That something is plaguing me
I feel it in the stretch
Of both my bones and memory
But it stays inside of me-
Trapped, trapped.
With no evidence and no vice
I have nothing to do but sigh
And pick up the stitches
I got carried away by
