Who knew
Something so small
Could become
So big?
Under my skin
It swells
Morphs
Becomes an army
Marches down my cheeks
Splashing
In the now present hollows
And continues
To my heart,
Crushing
Like silly putty in a child's fist
Oozing
To my stomach
Charging
Eating but
I am starving
Crawling
Slivers down my legs
Into joints
And back
Up my spine
Pausing
To breathe
Stealing me
Then up
Into the inner sanctum
pulsing
With unsung tomorrows
Tomorrows
It rips
From my
Unprotesting fingers
Stealing
even yesterdays
from
me.
