Home About Menu Menu Subscribe

No Longer

By Trees, Billings, MT

The blood that moves through my veins is no longer mine.
Now it pumps the infection.
No longer warm.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' blood.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my blood was stolen.

The muscles that are in my limbs are no longer mine.
Now it moves for the infection.
No longer able to hold.
Now doing the infection's task.
Taking away others' muscles.
Stealing from what was theirs.
Just like how my muscles were stolen.

The eyes that saw the world are no longer mine.
Now it sees for the infection.

Continue Reading »

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this!

Close