something niggling and

not quite aware yet, it's so secret;

it snails its way on the inside

up a lower back to leech onto

the exact spot one cannot reach

to rub to hold to feel to warm to warn

bloody thin rivulets extend sideways

not quite to the hips

but somewhere

non-existant in the back of the back of the back

at the back

to deluge foreward with electric networks-

it welds back and front into one exact same harrowing spot

turns a body warm and red with

sticky pain

to turn me cold, blue, pale

with neverending vengeance-

for me to feel the tingling niggling

and remember what i'm not aware of yet

the rivulets of red snaking eve's snake

into the innerinnerinner insides

forking that hurt

pampering that pain

twisting that torment

tearing throbs

forcing my head into my uterus

with nothing inbetween;

i want to scream

i want to moan

i want to die

i want to be adam

i will never carry

anything

ever,

myself.

and

sleep.

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