I couldn't believe it was real.
When first all my little hairs on
and pushing away,
making my skin boil red and speckled
flesh. In turn exciting my veins to go
writhing and vining with me.
but occasionally rubbing;
all slithering into the trunk of me where the
color dye of my shirt appears to have bled
onto my skin.
"Would you look for chrissakes my
chest is all fucking plaid!"
My friend says, "Its just bad medicine.
You are very sick. Go lay down."