RSD

 I left before tears could fall 

And went straight home where I 

Looked intently at an old wound

Til it started to tease me

Poke me with a toothpick, it said

And I poked it til I winced 

And it began to laugh at me

I poked at it

And poked at it

And poked at it 

It just laughed hysterically loudly rudely maniacally

The worse I bled the more it howled

Finally I quit 

Finally it was silent

When will I learn

To stop poking old wounds?