Katie B.

THE INFECTION

                                                                                                               It was inadvertent

That I might catch it

It is there, crouching

In the hollow

Lying beside what

Covers my nakedness

Infection spread

The darkness

Of the sea 

I drag it behind me

Like a dead horse

If acknowledged

The feathers

Might fly off the birds

It takes ownership

Pays the rent

For fear of eviction

To affirm 

Would rub the finish