The sharp sting, A burning sensation.
Poison sinking, 
into your veins, 
into your blood.
Small But Lethal; 
like a bullet, 
The unwanted pain kills you 
slowly...
Like bleeding out, 
After getting stabbed by a friend.
Wanting Relief, 
Wanting to Just Die.
Needing the poison to go away.
All of this Because of an insect, 
A Scorpion...
SO SMALL BUT LETHAL.                
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