Parasite - Garden Centre

The legless sea creatures that follow your boat

And make food of the waste that you throw overboard

I’m increasingly sympathetic to their cause

For a parasite I am becoming

For a parasite I am becoming

The slithering leeches that cling to your skin

And suck out the bad blood lying stagnant within

I have known for a while that I’m on of their kin

For a parasite I am becoming

For a parasite I am becoming

Kneeling in front of the full-length mirror in your room

Squinting so that I might see inside me

Reaching clammy hand into my little swollen gut

Finding only clammy entrails wrapped around it