It spreads like a cancer inside me.
I lie dying as I feel the decay slither through my skin.
Covering me with a thick blanket, I'm tucked in
By a mother who lusts to devour.
Her wings spread over me
Flightless, yet flying.
Not in the air, but through the lives spent.
She sighs and takes my hand.
Full of empty sorrow for the one
Arrived too early.
