i can feel it.

it takes hold of my organs, deep in the pit of my stomach it growls.

it clasps, clings to my heart and lungs, squeezing tighter and tighter as the days go on.

it takes my breath away.

intertwined with my veins, synonomous with my bones,

curling,

crawling,

caressing.

sometimes, its not so bad. sometimes, i get used to it. like it. even love it.

but there are those days when it wants nothing more

than to suck me dry and spit me out.

the days when i can hear my skeleton

creak

crack

breaking my back.

and i can only imagine how much it must hurt

how it would hurt

if i didn’t keep blacking out.

i know it won’t kill me

but it sure can try

as it widens

and it fattens

on all those delicious lies

i always swallow.

grabs my throat, makes me choke,wraps its arborous arm around my jaw

until i can no longer speak at all.

one day, i imagine,

it must find me no longer useful

that will be the day it will slip

rip

out of my open asophogus

into the smiling sun

and it will know all at once what it has been missing

maybe it will use me like a flower pot

the empty shell it has turned me to.

maybe it will forget all i’ve been to it all this time.

all these years.

but really, it is my fault.


mother always did tell me not to eat those seeds.

or it might grow inside me.

and swallow me right up.