Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Parasite

Like a tapeworm you have slithered
into my life
settling yourself cozily
beneath my skin.

You use your gaping mouth
to suck the life force out of me.
Slowly draining me of my strength.

My skin is gray
my eyes, sunken.

Why, thank you love.
But I will no longer let you try to kill me.
I am better than you.

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