Something akin
To a termite is troubling me,
It eats its way to my heart
Undermine my mind
But yet heightening
My other senses.
A nightmare foretold
The little critter
Is ravenous like a lion.
Healers fill
The hollowed-out flesh
I scream and turn!
Blinded eyes,
Sooner will heed
My thew must repulse
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