#drit

I am the weed.

Rooted too deep, even I cannot measure the weight of my descent.

People, their faces, their noise,

I am sick of them.

I smell like rot,

Like flesh forgotten,

Like garbage piled high,

Unwanted, unworthy, discarded.

My head is bound in spiked wire,

My eyes pierced with nails.

My mouth sewn shut,

My ears hollowed by puncture wounds.

This is who I am.

Misery, the pulse of my veins.

Sadness, the rhythm of my lungs.

Pain, the comfort of my soul.

“You’re a bag of negative emotions,” he said,

“I should keep my distance from you.”

And I smiled.

If you drown in me,

You will suffocate.

If I drown in you,

I will strangle the black inside,

Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm, and the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.