Disease

It consumes me from within.

It makes it's way up my throat.

Devouring me entirely.

Taking me under.

Under the sheets

My screams muted

This disease

is like a worm

eating it's way through me.

Crying.

Choking.

Begging.

You don't turn around.

You think it's already too late,

but it's not.

You just don't care.

You're the only one with the cure.

Now it's up to me.

 

 

Author's Note

Not sure I like the ending. I don't know how it should end.