I have a sickness
Bugs and bees swarm
within my gut
I wake feeling
like nothing progressed.
Cold nights
Soak in shivers
crying of the
Weakened souls
outside my household.
My days grow old
And my teeth
Begin to rot
I pry my nails off
upon my sunken hands.
White sprouts
Follicles in my scalp
The bees are scratching
Seething within
My mind.
Forgive me my lover
For I am
Sickened and diseased
Itching
Burning
Sinking
Beneath
The Surface.
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