Thoughts

Uninvited they come
In compulsive black waves
Closing in on you, edging you to the brink.

Again, and again, and again
Circling like birds of prey
Perching on the edge of your mind

Tearing on the putrid flesh,
Gnawing on the naked bones,
They leave you to rot
To be bleached by the searing sun

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