Knife

Anxiety swept under the rug, hidden and compartmentalized, it was my drug. 

The boils on your back buckle under the weight of the swelling puss begging to break.

the eerie green glow

If you could just let it go

but that eerie green glow

[Yes is was the hue of green you’d wrap with a bow]

Bloooom

glooooooooooom

SOOOOOOOOON

Crack.

The frogs march out. Kissing their lips to the air. Each slimy hand and slippery fist full of the spit from within your wrist.

Waving goodbye just beyond the horizon, the frogs set off.

Go change the world little frogs.

Goodbye frogs. (goodluck frogs)

Owww, like a deep sunburn your back peels. 

You apply the gauze, and the dressing of course

Soppy wet, but wrapped none the less.

A dress shirt flops over the mess.

Back to the office -

Sorry boss, I digress. 

what.

is.

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