Saw-toothed Tapeworms
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Despite how giant tortoise-like the years
A man may live, his pains outweigh that length
And they are harder shelled. They come with spears
To stab his brain and heart with deeper strength
Than time can measure. Griefs are vampire pains.
They pierce with agony and then they drink
Brawn heart chambers, arteries and veins.
One thing aches do not do is pastel shrink.
They have to be attacked with drug-like rites
Or maybe benedictions braver than mere prayers.
Such traumas are like evil acolytes
That serve internal priests with rips and tears.
The years and decades come and go outside
Him but these parasites infest inside.
~ Phillip Whidden