Monkey on my back

it courses through me,

my brain filled with poison.

it courses through me,

my esophagus cut with scissors.

it courses through me,

my chest stuck in a plastic bag.

it courses through me,

my fingers blunt from a burn.

it courses through me,

my cock frozen solid.

it courses through me,

my legs crushed by the weight.

it courses through me,

my feet weighed down by rocks,

it has run it’s course.

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