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