Parasites of the Heart

They nestle into my flesh,
These parasites—
Weaving through my palpitating heart—
Their spaghetti shaped figures worm
Their way,
Constricting my innards,
My essence
Sick with secrets.
I feed their movements,
Create them—
Frankenstein fashion—
To keep inside
From all the world,
Including me.
I created Thee?
Now you shall destroy me.

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