She’s a Bitch

Snide lips
twisted
rasping laughter
roaring
cowering beneath the onslaught
feeling cold fingers
plunge
into anguished brain
voices
so many
pushing
yelling
telling
poking
breaking
heart roaring
faster
death is coming
eyes squeezed shut
hands over ears
cower in fetal position
no way to hide
no way to run
she will always find you
she will always come
she will snark
she will snort
she will find a way in
never to leave
no matter how you beg
she has come
for the duration
she is a Bitch
with a capital B
one everyone wishes
they could rid themselves of.
©August 18/20
Picture is my own
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