Infection, Terminal;

Good evening! I hope everybody is having a good night. I’m locked into a grueling reading session. One day I will be free of this accursed workload. I hope you all enjoy the visuals in this one; I’ve got a midterm for medical anthropology coming up. Without further ado…

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Infection, Terminal;

Faded, faded, faded, faded,

all the words inside those pages,

all the words that make those phages

and stalk the boundaries of your ribcages.

There’s a virus,

there’s an infection

that hides inside your introspection.

When you look into the space behind your eyes

and see behind those billowing lies,

there inside you one little eye spies

all those old and forgotten ties.

It is multiplying.

There,

inside you.

You don’t even know it yet

but you feels the signs;

there’s a fever coming on.

Chills,

headache,

a burning sensation.

All the tell-tale signs of some evil dispensation.

It hurts and hurts,

oh god,

it burns.

My skin is on fire.

I can feel it melting,

sloughing off.

I never should have peeled back the lid.

There’s something wrong that I did.