Bile rose
Burning organs on the way
Like pouring bubbling oil on allergy ridden skin.
“You’re It!” Pain touched my throat
And hurried back.
Its footsteps echoed
Through well-trodden paths.
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Bile rose
Burning organs on the way
Like pouring bubbling oil on allergy ridden skin.
“You’re It!” Pain touched my throat
And hurried back.
Its footsteps echoed
Through well-trodden paths.
