she swore
there were maggots
just beneath her skin
as she scratched
herself raw
in the dark of
her cluttered home.

as i stood
in the open doorway
shining weak sunlight in
i could see them
squirming under her
parchment like epidermis
occasionally peeking out
from one of the open sores.

it was obvious
one of us
was sick
while the other
was assuredly insane
but as we screamed in unison
i could not say
who was who.

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