The worst part is
the sicker I am,
the sicker I get,
for fear that they
will all get
sick
of me.
And no matter how many times they tell me
I’m no bother,
I know I am.
I will curl up.
I will hide
this dark beast
in my rib cage
and let it eat me
inside out.
For you,
my darling.
Always, for you.
Speeding down now.
The tender lines
brush my face
and murmur sweet oblivion
but all I know is your grace.
O Lord, have mercy on my sinful soul.
Digging in to find
Something readily offered.
Hidden by some
Warped act of time.
I enjoy my pedestal
but there are no
steps.
I can,
I must
only fall.
On my blood we will dine.
Amble along.
Hold out.
Search for
a hollow drought.
Know that
it will be back.
Worse,
much worse
than before.
But seriously. 