Under my skin
if left ignored
it infects

swells, throbs
aches at my touch
left unaltered
left to linger

cast it out
tear the skin
prize out the bad
raw bloodied flesh

banish you
as the splinter
so my heart
will no longer



22 thoughts on “Festering

  1. Suits my mood perfectly, I feel as though I have a wound that will not heal, at the same time, I loved the rhythm and flow of the words, good on you Mumsy, this is really well written.

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