' T H E D O C T O R '
The infection was sweet,
Creeping into blood
Settling, nestled into cells.
Trojan lust
Hidden under guise of intimacy
When you kissed me,
Tongue reaching deep within me like parasite.
Curling around the string of my navel pulling me
In
I did not notice the satin ribbon tied daintily around my wrist
Anchor me to you like puppet
To master.
You called yourself doctor
To the illness of naivety
Cure for childlike views of love.
Cut off the head and divide in separate graves.
Quarantine parts from outside influence
Control the body without ever touching
Stroking
Allow bacteria to infect every cell of my brain until I was what you deemed correct,
Diseased
Stepford
Eat away at every part
Picking away at seams of self
Tearing identity as flesh
Until the only morsel left unbutchered on your table was resistant
Failed healer
False god
To your defiance
I cured myself.
The infection was sweet,
Creeping into blood
Settling, nestled into cells.
Trojan lust
Hidden under guise of intimacy
When you kissed me,
Tongue reaching deep within me like parasite.
Curling around the string of my navel pulling me
In
I did not notice the satin ribbon tied daintily around my wrist
Anchor me to you like puppet
To master.
You called yourself doctor
To the illness of naivety
Cure for childlike views of love.
Cut off the head and divide in separate graves.
Quarantine parts from outside influence
Control the body without ever touching
Stroking
Allow bacteria to infect every cell of my brain until I was what you deemed correct,
Diseased
Stepford
Eat away at every part
Picking away at seams of self
Tearing identity as flesh
Until the only morsel left unbutchered on your table was resistant
Failed healer
False god
To your defiance
I cured myself.
EMILY HANA