Parasite love

You spoke to the raw, ticking part of me.

The viscous blood that pools in this turbine head

You saw the graves I dig for myself

And you helped me shovel down

The rain in sheets upon our ravaged backs

As we fought the granite masses of the soil.

Toiling. Soiling. Spoiling.

You and I are boiling oil.

We spill over vestments and scorch the eyes that watch.

I cling to your immortal hold on me

Parasite love. Burrow in deep.

I go on forever.

(C) Slumpless

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