I wonder when the infection started
when did that darkness
in my heart begin to grow
like a vine, wrapping around
my arteries, until it became them
blood flow cut off,
until I couldn’t feel my fingers
was I always this cold to the touch?
freezing to the point that
I may as well have been a corpse
depression, they call it
darkness
despair
death
it pulls at my veins, like a tug of war
and it wins, every time