Poetry

Auto-Immune

I don’t want to be 

Thinking in terms

like these 

My mind a continual cesspool

Of parts and pieces

of her 

of us

of them

of me

 

We can’t see

what may be

Or will never be 

It comes and goes

desires

needs 

I have grown accustomed to pretending  

I am strong when I must

But this— 

This takes over everything 

 

Like locusts 

feeding

Like maggots

sucking a carcass clean

They eat away at my being 

Deep down into my flesh

My bone 

Within the Marrow 

And they stay 

Stay

Stay

Stay

As I suffocate 

 

And no matter what is

said or unsaid

It’s what’s lurking between the lines 

That haunts us the most 



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