a monstrous burrowing
into a child's head
the black-red blackguard
legs working behind
its tight mouth
relinquishing not its giant
prey, the tick resigns
itself to death
by eyebrow tweezer
she pops the blooded
beast whose head is still
now, inside her child's
who knew hate could latch
onto so small a life? she did
she knew she could
hate, even, she knew
she could something just
in its struggled living
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