THE INFECTION

Katie B.

                                                                                                               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

  • Author: Katie B. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 12th, 2026 05:50
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  • sorenbarrett

    Some deep words here Katie each line deserves reflection on weaving it into the next. Nicely written my friend

    • Katie B.

      Thank you Soren.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Katie

      • 2781

        Ignorance can be bliss. As they say.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        My friend, I know that feeling of something unnamed following behind every step…where silence almost becomes its own form of survival. This poem understands that tension deeply. The final line especially feels raw and exposed without ever raising its voice. Really powerful work, Katie. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

      • Goldfinch60

        Intriguing words Katie.

        Andy



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