Another night of poetry!!
Pathogenesis
It’s possible that you penetrated my skin
But maybe I inhaled you
You could have been ingested
Or utilized my vision
Throwing me into the peril I’m in
Your incubation period
Made me delirious
A state of grace, it gave me hope
I attributed inflammation to glow
No damage was shown
But now I’m torn
It was only the eye of the storm
Never have I encountered such virulence
Or such dedication to colonization
I have no adequate defense
Reluctantly under your control
You’re a very efficient microbe
There’s a toxin spreading
The venom is budding
My balance is lessening
This fever is flowering
Instigator of an inner rising
Your affect would be commensal
That’s what you claimed
All the lies that I embraced
I deeply thought mutual
Trusting a germ, I’m near my grave
Your incubation period
Made me delirious
A state of grace, it gave me hope
I attributed inflammation to glow
No damage was shown
But now I’m torn
It was only the eye of the storm
Deceptive misapprehension
You were always a pathogen
Not latent, lying hidden
Fading my strength
Leaving me weak
There’s a toxin spreading
The venom is budding
My balance is lessening
As this fever is flowering
Instigator of an inner rising
You will be the death of me.
Don’t let the bed bugs bite!
Ashley Kirtman 