Asked how I feel I’d say I’ve seen,
Something so startling I’d swear it could not have been,
Something not of me that I never imagined could be,
A writhing thing that I would unflappably say was obscene,
It touched me on the back of the neck at first,
But strangely I heard it approaching with its bubbling thirst,
Horrifyingly so my antiphon was ever slow,
As if it begged a question of my true and bloody worth,
It pasted me with a feeling that came from without,
As I stood there stupendously mesmerised in doubt,
Is that my heart that’s falling apart?
I wonder what will fill this space that’s emptied out,
Perhaps the remains with that familiar smell,
That even from a distance never bodes well,
Is it coming from me or from that thing?
I’ve been falling in with it so long I can no longer tell…