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.