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Published: Apr 30, 2013

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she was a vicious prion, 
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the 
perfectly unsuspecting host.

_{i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.}

"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
despondent cancer.

_{(it was just too damn easy
                     to grasp your viral hands.)}

i know my ribcage is almost on empty 
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.

_{your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.}

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MysticKenji

May 22, 2013

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This is a very good and well-written poem. I can honestly say that I decided to read this because of its originality - this is a common subject handled in a way that I don't see all that often. Considering how awful prion diseases are, I hope I never meet this woman myself.

Some of the imagery in the last stanza is lost on me though. I'm not sure what you mean by the feverish serum in your veins - is that your own will that you're try to assert? And the ribcage line is going over my head. The rest of it is good and clear though.

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