THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

VIRUS

VIRUS

i chose you

you did not choose me 

although you thought that you had.

hitching a ride, a stowaway on a sleeping chain of nucleic acids,

i needed a womb

i needed a host

to bolster my growth

as i multiply beyond measure by division

and when i am strong enough as we

we will consume you as if in a fire

from the inside out

and leave you an empty vehicle on the side of some untraveled road...

i chose you

knowing your inevitable fate

before you even knew imagined the possibility of my transgression

against a normal birth, like that of those those who were not chosen by me

and you might, before your lights dim at very end,

think, for a fraction of a second,

that i am new to this world

but i am far older than the word "bastard"

and 

i chose you

to nourish my growth through your certain death.


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