immune system
(inspired by Spread Me by Sarah Gailey)
it's in my head and i can't get it out. i don't want to get it out. i want to get it out. i love it. i hate it. it's embedded in me deeper than i ever expected, i wanted a quick hit, a little desire, and now i'm down the rabbit hole begging for more.
the spot where it found its way in is raw. never healing. always stinging. it knows my insides and it sees as the wound gets deeper and i don't even care. let them see it, staining my clothes, marks on my skin that don't fade, marks i will not to fade.
i just need to be touched. physically restructured. i feel disgusting when it's not gripping me. lonely when it's not infecting me. i know it has reasons for going away but all i want is for it to return and never leave. i need more. give me more.
