symptoms of poetry.

a poem is a disease with never-ending infecting;

where veins are thinning, skin's purely ash—

nothing becomes your own anymore when

society prints thoughts as words, quickly how

language is released on its own accord to the world;

people snatch it up hungrily and their fingers stain carelessly

as the echoes of meaning hollow through distinct dissecting.

they say a masterpiece is worth more when one's deceased;

but darling, you can have any of my work without a penny

as long as i'm breathing.