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.