Stinging Nettles
Suddenly
Tripping,
I fall in to them.
Needling
Gnawing pain
Icy, itchy
Needling again
Groaning, I rub my prickling skin.
Nasty little bumps arise
Each like a tiny, reddened eye.
Tingling,
Trying not to scratch
Lucky, dock leaves a few paces away,
Easing now, moments of bliss
Soothed, I continue the rest of my day
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Stinging Nettles
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