The Abiding Rot

I am inhabited by an Interloper, I feel it scratching the womb of my soul, indescribable and constant. I rot from within, it’s spores contaminating the entrails Its edges consume at what’s left of the organs, like mold to food. as oxygen ignites a flame, it burns my casing. It’s ashes fall and cinder the mantle, marking its presence eternally. I feel it’s maliciousness, tainting what’s left of me, Becoming one with me, I am its host, Excavating Marrow deep creating a home for itself, I a shell of a person. It simmers with my blood, sleeps in my bones and swells in my heart. It remains the most perennial thing about me.