December 3

they're in my bloodstream
but they aren't part of me
but there's no known vaccine
that doesn't lead to being deceased
I have a parasite
that's stealing my mind
my insides a paradise
where it resides to survive
for lack of better decision
one might splice an incision
to solicit the attention
of this intimate condition
moving lump under the skin
is my name for it
the pain is infinite
I can't live with this
are you listenin?
If you're scared go to church
read the word and observe
that I still have a worm
in my genetic architecture

P.S. This whole rhyme diary is about ringworm, which sucks