Wet and Choking
there is something alien inside my chest.
it leaks out of me slowly, heady and viscous.
what is this,
it sticks to my hands and won't wipe off.
collects dirt and grime, and soap can't break it apart.
i can taste it on my tongue sometimes, bitter, addicting.
its hollowed out a space and grew before i realized to be afraid.
the taste is getting stronger, the weight heavier, every breath pushes it into my ribs, i can feel the scrape of teeth on bone, its gnawing on me.
eating me from the inside, licking up my organs, hot and slick.
its gripping onto my throat, makes it hard to speak.
i think its in my guts, twisted and wriggling, and creeping under my skin heating it up.
press into me bitter parasite, let me play good host.
find what you are looking for within me, let me be useful, let me be wanted, then let me taste.