I want you, dont you see?

Inside and out I want you, and I will have you. My love for you and you only is dirty and rotting but it is love. Ive heard love overpowers anything in the human world, so why don’t you, a human, understand?

I curl myself between the crevices of your body, carving paths to fit in snugly despite your urgency to rid me. This is fine. You dont understand, that I am you now and that you are me. But this is now and not later. Later you will understand and later you will let me in and I will wait.

I love for you worsens you and I wrap myself around you and wait.

When your people in blue scrubs and white coats say there is no cure, you understand. There is no ‘cure’. Why would there be? This is love and I love you.

I wrap myself tighter around your throat and lungs and arteries and at last, your heart.

(Written from the point of view of a terminal disease)