Could it be my life today?
And the next day till forever +
Or is this

it.

living, breeding
claiming its host = me?
Or is it just an i that hasn’t found the t
in me.
If it, the little ****, only knew how to spell it could see there is
no ‘i’ in me
and sneaks its way in mine.

This is my love, my it: heart stain on underwear.
Pit.