God is a deer tick
They are holding my head
Tweezers grasp the Animal's body
My limbs and trunk flay wildly
They hold my body and
my head
I squirm
The tweezers grab again
Withdrawal will kill me
The
animal is out
They say its teeth are still in it
And no longer in me
The
pain diminishes
I turn and kiss my holder
What shall I do?
Die
or live in forgetfulness of that pain?