disease

disease

like blood, boiled and pus filled,
it spreads and oozes,
continuously bursting, then
simmers down.
but it is out, like an infectious
disease that preys on a
new host, slowly and secretly
sucking the life out, one
tiny bite by one tiny bite.
no cure, only tolerance, only
acceptance with stitches or
bandages or rest.  sometimes
you can forget, but it's
always there waiting to
boil back up, infect and
sicken.  poor, weak prey.
ain't a damn thing you can do.