Shoo....Shoo......be gone I cry
Why do you persist in tormenting me?
Why can you not just fly back to the cloudy skies from whence you appeared?
Is your handiwork not complete until you pick the last bits of gristle from my bones?
Until you swallow the last drop of blood abandoned inside my heart?
Or will you not feel sated, pending removal of my eyes, which finally allowed me to behold
All that you skillfully tried to camouflage from their sight?
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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