Poem 9 of 30

There is a phage inside of you. It is soft like velvet and as light in weight as powder. Its heat swirls. You sense it tucked in your belly. Yes quite near the spot that tangles and throbs at the onset of anxiety. You first noticed it as clear and heavy as a stone falling through still waters during an argument with a lover. Like a scientist you paused and thought to yourself how long has this alien life gone undetected? In response, it quivered and offered extravagant and destructive counsel. Escalate, escalate, escalate. You turned to your lover and it ate its fair share.

© 2018 by Miya Upshur Williams

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