The sharp sting, A burning sensation.
Poison sinking,
into your veins,
into your blood.
Small But Lethal;
like a bullet,
The unwanted pain kills you
slowly...
Like bleeding out,
After getting stabbed by a friend.
Wanting Relief,
Wanting to Just Die.
Needing the poison to go away.
All of this Because of an insect,
A Scorpion...
SO SMALL BUT LETHAL.
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