untitled by Bonnie Boyette


It scratched and clawed its way out
leaving a bloody raw scab on my mind
and it seems it will never heal
oozing puss of undying memories
sores of old recollection
unwanted and green with infection
poisons of a virus entering my thoughts
another circle's turning
another one's coming out
sadistic sores churning
ripping my mind and burning
scratch, rip, and tear
bloody raw sores on my brain
the signs are everywhere