Infected

Love is a disease.

Infected

Pain dribbles from my pen

like puss.

The putrid decaying flesh

of love has gathered

in boils

that rupture

from time to time

to leave their scars

upon my soul.

They have driven so deep

into my flesh

that my blood is now

poisoned.

Impetigo, septic arthritis, osteomyelitis,

endocarditis, septicaemia,

and after so many infections

I now suffer from

cavernous sinus thrombosis

that will invade my brain

and lead to my demise.

 

29/11/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Don't you just love..love? I unfortunately can relate to each expression from puss to invasion of disease. Graphic and excellent...xo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Lily. Love has so many faces but all too often it has two lol!

[Lily Mae]

Connected to one head lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Definately!

[Lydia Shutter]

Talk about a graphic description of love gone bad! John, I felt your words in this one. Powerful! Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Lydi!