The Symptoms

Photo by Plato Terentev

The symptoms are kicking in this evening.

My throat is burning, yet you call my pain mild.

It’s been a minute since I’ve been with a sinner,

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like a child.

The devil left you on my doorstep like a gift,

But now I wonder if it was just a warning.

The sheets wrap around me like tentacles,

And you suffocate me by calling me “darling”.

-Jackie