Because I am a prick, a splinter, thorn
Between the index and the thumb, in expert penetration
Puncturing the blood; because I am a tongue
To lick wounds clean, salty salve
That froths the clot; because I must effect
To spread my own infection, everywhere while drawing
Life from limbs and hungering for hearts,
I have grown deadly in the act that preserves life
And overwhelm in swarms that drink the earth.
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