Infected Flesh
they are in my flesh
scraping between the layers
through my spine
creating cavities in my mind
gaps in memory
and coordination
operation needed
and poison injected
into my veins
they wont last longer than I
or at least they hope
that when we start
to pump the poison
into my heart
that the pain
is brief
and the nirvana
bliss
worth the wait
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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