Strange thing, an allergy.
An act of protest—
Even at the molecular
level I am in revolt.
Punky. Itchy.
It smacks a bit
of betrayal—
Why rise up
in welts
without clarity
of position,
or at least
a list
of demands?
I say
the unexplainable
should at least be
placatable—
each drag
of the nail
is relief
and regret—
to say, pick a side,
is only reasonable.
Here, I’ll even draw
the line.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Loved this! Such a creative description!!
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Thank you! It’s a rather unfortunate writing prompt…
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Scratch that itch….you know you want to. The reward of that delicious pain is worth the regret. Isn’t it?
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Yes! No. Yes? No….
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not~
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white blood cells
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I’m a slave
to the cavalry
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they do seem to have a mind of their own
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wonderful interview with your skin
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Interview or interrogation
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Thank you so much!
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Thanks! Your blog is lovely
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been there…love the it smacks of betrayal…
cheers and ooo la la~
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