The news escape your grim lips like a parasite abandoning its host in search for another
Your words should have meant more to me, caused me to deteriorate, contaminate my brain
But enter me and leave me in an unchanging trance
I’m immune to the parasite, the transfer leaves me stable, or at least for now
The bloodsuckers have not entered my thoughtstream yet
They begin to claw at my skin, my eyes my mind
Begging for an entrance or some recognition
Once they successfully infiltrate, there is no turning back

The parasites amplify their determination
And multiply by the dozens
Your words soaked in venom, poison me slowly
I am unable to move, nor think, sometimes even breathe
It won’t take long for these bloodsuckers- no life suckers to **** me
There’s no antibiotic for this leech