Published on: 9/27/2013
Secundigravida

This parasite has dragged me down.

Gene-fuelled amnesia
tricked me. Secreted
memories I now regurgitate.

How could I forget?
Again, I seek the comfort of cold porcelain
clutch its rim, feel the world heave.
Helpless against invasion,
losing all identity,
I am extending.
Stretched in violent
hours of sleepless torture.

And I, a willing host,
forgot this subjugation.
Remembered only
an enslaving surge of love.