Sick Motivation

I can see your thoughts like paintings

of vulnerability, doors cringing wide,

they weep at my entrance and in secret

I embed my desires like a virus.

the merchant has arrived in your harbor

with inflated rates meant for amusement.

I could have saved you, but I peeled

your honesty to bandage my infection.

your wrongs make me right

and my power breeds within your fading,

I rise while you thank me for the dirt.

it's shaped like my ascended heel.