It...
Its there,
and I'm staring a bit,
not quite sure,
what to make of it...
Its itchy,
no, don't scratch!
Just stare
at the patch...
Look away,
just try to relax,
look through the drawers;
Anti-Itch cream: Max...
Slap it on
wait a while,
the itching goes away,
and I smile.
But then its back,
and its swollen.
Cant bend at the wrist,
the pus-pockets are broken.
I bite my lip,
look around...
My mother, of course,
is nowhere to be found...
I sit and wait,
thinking about it...
And wonder by what
had my wrist been bit.
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