NaPoWriMo: Day 1

I may be walking,

but I am not living.

Slowly at first, she arrived.

Setting her roots within my mind,

sprouting images of violence;

with a mood to accompany.

Then he invited himself in,

Bringing along the parasites.

Crawling around my insides,

Aiding your pollination.

Her thorns pierce and entangle,

restricting my attempts to fight.

They poison my existence, damning me.

Draining me, day and night.

I may be walking,

but I am not living.

-A.L.Tucker

Published by ashleight607

I'm a 23 year old studying writer with Cystic fibrosis. I have two cats and a dog and live in a small town in the Highlands.

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