zombite

but im just in the next bedroom over

and she says

"i dont want you to give up, now"

i am ill,, and nauseous,, like a hound dog

tired,, but not fatigued like the dog,, i am exhausted like a charred/kicked/tied creature

you wouldnt even recognize me from a cold, to cancerous

if all dogs go to heaven

then why am i still

trying to cool down

on the bathroom floor ?

i am learning to be gentle

the first kiss we shared was with great thought and little error

each organ in your body must've immigrated to mine

i still remember how your chest cavity opened generously

accepting my infected bones

organisms

into one

this hunger isnt craving any longer

it is requited as in satisfied

it is a murder house as in a sanctuary

a morgue

as in

a bed