"Loony Bin"

Drip. . . drip. . .drip. . .drip. . .

Something isn’t right in here,

Nothing gives off light in here.

Scratch. . . scratch. . .scratch. . .

Something is scratching my teeth,

Something just beneath,

Me! It’s burrowing in my tongue,

And it’s dripping its blood in me!

I don’t like this, I can’t move.

I can’t move and it’s devouring my throat

and swimming inside the groove

of my belly.

Where it’s sour with wet, decaying jelly.

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