Wednesday, May 18, 2022

She went to the doctor today

And we told her she was sick


She didn’t need a visit to know

That unfortunate truth


She has a fickle parasite within

And it is resistant to all she provides


She knows what it wants but

That antidote is out of reach


She refuses to procure it and

It refuses any call she makes


So the parasite feeds

Unencumbered and famished


Her illness is its feast

And her fear its choice libation