A poem inspired by the Prince of Night Winds.
I Am Viral
There’s something in your house, screaming into
The drains of your empty pipes
Carrying a name through the metal vacancy
“Walker, hanger, handler”
A vista of decaying grass, civil discomfort
Steady onslaught of zombie pernacity
Till we associate with that sickness more than
The thing we used to be
I am, neurodivergent
A riddle to deconstruct
Till dreams of exorcism cease and we
Begin to live our dreams
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