You're seeping through my skin and into my veins like I wish the rain would.
But I'd rather you didn't because my blood is thinning and your presence is poison to my body. I've tried to rid of you
but you're back again.
always.
whatever you are, you're not welcome in my body.
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.