The Bio Wars: Pain Infectious

Perpetual pain palliated by loving hands ever lingering under bandaged wounds; fetted rot tucked under perfumed blanket. Covered is the massing doubt, ever growing, Smothered; thoughts transient as dreams. To hide quaking mask of broken memory. Running. Inevitable is the spreading. Infectious and living pain. Soothing notes of warmer days erupt, cursed by twisted mouth, death belied. Of the body, it’s bones and sinews, it’s blackened organs and sunken eyes. But of the soul, of the hidden things. Of promised dreams and unspoken hopes, corrupted and lost forever.