barbed

barbs dig into my leg

they make a funny sound when i walk,      no,

an interesting sound

                                  enough so that i won't

remove them   

                      enough so that they'll slowly pierce

deeper into the skin

                                 buried there & 

                                                      enough so that

when i recall their presence

i'll allow them to feed on my flesh

consuming my life     leaving my memory

for dead.