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ms reluctance Apr 2020
Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch;
today, I really need to wash my hair.
Dry shampoo does little to tame the twitch,
scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
No plans mean no washing days to switch –
it’s not like I am going to go anywhere.
Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
Today, I really need to wash my hair.
NaPoWriMo Day 12
Poetry form: Triolet
Lady Ravenhill Feb 2017
My hands and my feet
are always cold, now.

They said it's normal,
a known side effect.

But so cold and stiff
they ache and they creak?

They took something
I can't get back.

Sometimes it feels like
I'm already dead.
@LadyofRavenhill 02/21/17
Frank Ruland Aug 2014
Someone's selling snakeoil--
something doesn't work
somewhere along the lines
someone was in it for a dime.

Someone's selling snakeoil,
yes, and I bought every case
thought you'd never scam me,
but I got hung up in a daze.

Someone's selling snakeoil;
I used it on my  aching heart
I woke up the next morning
the thing would not start.

Someone's selling snakeoil
I can tell by the side effects
all I want to do now is drink
your memory makes me sick.

Someone selling snakeoil
but they got outta town
now they're living it up
while I am breaking down.

— The End —