puzzledmongoose

My self-hatred festers Like your lies Which plague my being. The hands that touched me And the words the once caressed me Causing the wounds. You broke skin And infected me. My veins begin to rust And I open the wounds further. The pus spills over Onto my skin. I continue. The infections spread, I keep them bottled up, And I continue. Rage only quickens the infection, Until I am no longer the infected, But the plague itself. No cure, For I walk in shadows And leave little trace. Create a vaccine quickly, Or I may further spread.