Some days

Somedays words escape
like children on mid-summer evenings
running from bedtime.

Somedays they hide in narrow
mind pockets collecting dust,
bringing strange itching

red skin eruption set to punish.

Somedays I can escape
from the words, but never
from my three year old skin.

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