Foreign Object
3 years ago
Something in my way, blocking my vision, growing where it doesn’t belong, crowding the space it inhibits. It should not be . Coiling around my existance, my heart , flowing through my blood, pumping into every nerve, emotion and thought i have had or will have. It is not an inadimate object , this thing that should not be, but this soul in the flesh that consumes is , none the less , a foreign object to me. For it is not here that which i can taste, touch or smell, it is only in my dreams, nothing of the reality in which i feel now as hell.
