your bed

rampant with rot

turns my stomach

–

lightheaded nausea

lopsides my steps

as i stumble towards

this porcelain

receptacle

–

into it

i pour all sickness

disgust

excrement

–

weight

jettisons forth

with astounding force

–

dry heaving on the stained

tiling

–

this cool

steals away the warmth

from this feverish

corpse

–

the world skitters

below

insect anxiety

crawling beneath naked flesh

–

hard shell bodies

gnawing at soft

pallid flesh

–

sleep inertia

halted to

paralysis

–

you

hive queen

patient zero

–

infect me no longer

–

i’m dying well enough

alone