Screams, Aches, Longings


An itch, I twitch.

Building up with each stroke

against the keyboard.

I ache.


A soreness, I moan.

Growing with every zero

in my inbox.

I long.


An agony, I whimper.

Overflowing with every time I wish

not to be alone at night.

Copyright © 2019 by Nita Pan

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