OxieMoron
Xavier
Copyright, OxieMoron
The virus you have transmitted rests in me.
Eating me alive.
I ponder my breath away,
Wondering how I ended up like this…
With you.
Days of the facts have become lies.
Cluttering my mind with thoughts of hate…
Disgust.
How I regret that day.
The sharp point of a dull pin met my hand.
At the same time…
I found a companion.
The encounter was painful…
Releasing.
Never understood why I couldn’t let you go.
It’s been six months since we last touched.
There’s been times where I was close enough,
To touch you once again.
It hasn’t happened yet…
But the urge keeps getting stronger.
Note: Xavier is the name I gave to my X-Acto knife. I wrote this three years ago.
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