I.
I am sitting--
a beautiful summer day
I enjoy it, the sun on my face
When--
a prick; I watch the mosquito
fly away, laden
with my blood.
II.
A welt rises on my skin
angry and pink
and it itches so--
I want to scratch it!
But I must resist.
III.
I give in.
Temptation--
it hurts to scratch
while I am doing it
after I am done
but I can't stop.
IV.
I know I shouldn't.
I know I should stop.
I am only hurting myself.
V.
Blood
trickling down
in a little stream of crimson fluid.
I wipe it away.
VI.
I stop scratching,
but the damage is done.
I want to heal.
I want to be whole.
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