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THE LEECHING

By Amelia Nayar



I found another leech.

Black.

Red.

Lard.

Moving.

Living.

on the Hollow of my ankle.


It keeps eating

It keeps eating

now a hole through

Bone

and a loop of

Skin.

It’s turning me

Green.

making my blood

Stone and Lurking

like

It’s Home where it

caught me.

A Marsh Muck and

mud puddles of Screaming

colours

Black.


It keeps drinking

It keeps drinking

my blood no Water or Wine

but

Sprite of a parasite.

I cannot kick it away

 Flick it

 Hack it with a steak Knife

 Stamp it with my Sole


It is living

It is living.

And.


I.


Am.

so.


Very.


Tired.


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