Maggots

Posted on by fhhakansson in Poetry

Maggots

Blisters ache,

they throb,

and they scar.

I scratch.

My skinless flesh

leaks pus and blood.

Maggot infested

are these wounds.

And my heart.

With lipless lips

I whisper to her;

“Take it!”

– F H Hakansson

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