Flesh Eater

This is another autobiographical poem - still trying to figure out what bit me and why on earth my flesh is turning purple and necrotic...even the doc didn't know...

Two fang marks - what bit me?

I don’t know how they got there

but suddenly

they

were

there

 

Not so bad – but still, what bit me?

The first few days passed by

but even still

they

were

there

 

Now it spreads – what bit me?!

And I panic at the decaying skin

Must know why

they

were

there

 

My dying flesh – what bit me.

Now a question I will never answer

All because

they

were

there

 

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think about the repetition - of course, since it's one of my personal favs in poetry, don't expect a reply if you hate it :)

Reviews

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. oh, i know this feeling so well ... i often hang out on the terrace of the building where i live ... and all kinds of insects are there ... especially because it's the monsoon season ... and every day ... i have new marks to investigate ... very well written ...