Parasite

The grief is real,

its a living thing

a parasite feasting on my heart.

Hidden deep beneath the skin,

no one suspects that I am host

to this beast,

who takes all my joy

and leaves me weak with longing,

for the one who stole my soul.

© annettealaine-2013

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