GROWING THORNS & DUST.

HOW ILLNESSES TAKE OVER

let me tell you something I've
been thinking of lately, something
that eats off the corners of my brain
like an illnesses with the words
'terminal' written on it like warning
signs— how illnesses take over our
yearning mouths and affects a being
regardless of their conscious immunity.
it begins off with a tiny itch, somewhere
between your chest, until scratch marks
bleed into pit holes and the veins of
your heart darken as it beats with a
sound of dismay— a raw gnawing for
survival. it ends up with burned
knuckles and once it reaches your
bruised lips like acid escaping from
between your fingers — the dark liquid
of affinity and saccharine divinity
spreads to your feet— burning everything in
its way. yet, as ashes rise between your
toes and the lids of your eyes, no one can
see the holes borne into a dying heart and
the gentle cry for mercy from beneath bed
sheets and bathroom floors.