disease

i pick you up and you
spread through me like love, like
cancer. unfurling in my
limbs, my extremities, you
refuse to stop where you were
meant to stop; you bypass
my safeguards and i cannot
force you away. you make haste
through veins, infecting my
second centre, and that is more
than enough but you keep moving.

you keep moving.

i would spit you out
but i can't form the thought,
and anyway, you're intrinsic now.