This Discord by sandra wyllie

Dec 2019

is a cord that keeps biting
into my neck
and picks off most of
its flesh

This discord
is a growing fever
so high
I hallucinate

This discord
is my bible
and sword
one I can’t afford
to carry anymore

Written by

sandra wyllie 60/F/Boston

(60/F/Boston)

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