Scratching an itch: A Tanka

April had an itch.
She flung her arm back to reach,
but hit something else…
Her boyfriend died instantly,
the itch now finally scratched.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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