Parasitism

I can feel them crawling all over my flesh.

I can feel them burrowing deep inside of my skin.

My intestines ripping as they pull me in.

My body infected drowning in their abyss.

I miss.

The warm.

The heat.

Of old.

The water.

So cold.

This virus.

So bold.

This coffin.

Now rotten.

My life.

Soon forgotten.