We've all heard the saying
"One time is all it takes. "
But that's shit.

It creeps behind your sternum,
nesting itself a womb.
Every now and then you feel it,
growing hungrier
and hungrier by the second.

And then it starts taking from you-
Little things you won't miss at first but
little things add up;
until there's nothing left but a swirling chaos
of broken bits and pieces-
fragments' whose sum is hardly equivalent
to that of a human being.

You don't mind, though.
You never felt very "human" to begin with.
© ramblingneurotic