On My Neck, I Feel A Scorpion
By birksy
On my neck, I feel a scorpion, though not awake, he slumbers there, in then out, a threat. His harsh feet tickle, but I dare not scratch, he is a foe not to be reckoned with. I fear he's not for any other, he is my own, feel it will live upon me, die with me. Oh, a scorpion I am home to, and if ever I am happy, I only have to think of he. Written January 30th, 2002 © on May 09 2002 09:25 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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"On my neck, I feel a scorpion,..."