Eventually the Pressure Relents

a slow ache spreads through the day
trails its lachrymose tentacles
between the shadow and light
between my desires and my life
as if each moment were being pinched
between a forefinger and thumb
until the last drop of blood bursts
from a tick’s grasping mouth
(January 2013)

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