Irritation

There is an itch between my shoulder blades
where my wings used to sit.

There is an itch at my temples
where the banality of life is drilling itself in.

There is an itch at my rib cage
where my heart was torn from my chest.

There is an itch on the palm of my left hand
where another hand used to sit,
but never will again.

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