last night an itch began in the back of my brain
places that can never be reached
are causing me pain
you

I swear I feel it
it has come to stay
dry tickle in my throat
water can't wash away
infected
by you

cramping my stomach in spasms of pain
you
making my skin crawl in God awful ways
you
fingernails of time can't ever relieve
you
I am afraid
you
are
my
disease

symptomatically yours
I suffer
my head always aches
the thought of
what you did
your final mistake
affected
me

you
are contagious

Set at a constant 102 degrees
waiting for this scarlet fever to heal
it never will be

you

symptomatically yours
you're my disease
I forever will be
infected

I suffer incurable
no doctor exists
no solace for me
still suffering night sweats
I forever will be
effected
lying in a cold bed
infected with the thought of
what
you
did

02/24/2007

Author's Note: Something whispers to me that I have heard this title before, if I have I do not remember but please do tell me......this was in my head refusing to let me sleep I had to evict it in order to dream.

Posted on 02/24/2007
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