Parasitic

It grew off the excess of what we were not--

insecurities left cavities

where illness could nurse emptiness

into a battlefield of broken, beautiful, things.

It scattered our fragile glass remains

across too many doubting plains

then gathered together a nest for itself

out of unrequited love stories.






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