the bearer of burden returns with inability to cope with separation anxiety.
it remains to torture me until I breathe and don't scream.
it stays to chip away at me until i sleep and don't dream.
roots from my feet sprung like barbed wire and serpent's tongue, rendering me still: a quadripilegic in an iron lung.
on my back with scavengers above.
the scent of carrion: rotting love.
master your fear.
