It manifests in the folds of my skin,

These secrets, these grains of sand.

They sit in silence and only reveal

Themselves as they bite into the flesh.

The feeling comes on at once

And at other moments, slowly.

Reaching through and tugging

Never fully hurting, only nudging.

Reminding one of its name,

A gesture lost, a time long past

But recalled as though it were yesterday

And your head tilts to listen

To its whisper…

And as quickly as its felt, it’s stirring

Shifts and changes course, leaving

Only the sting and the venom

Coursing through your day,

Coursing through the mind of your soul.

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