Your love is bile.
Burning in my belly,
leaving me raw and white,
damp from your attentions.

I carry it within me.
A virulent cancer,
a black mass that grows
with alien fingers and clawed toes.

It swallows me.
Hollowing me, bit by bit.
Empting me of human flesh
and leaving only you.

You pour yourself into me...
A pitcher full of loathing,
foaming, streaming;
sick and all consuming.

I'm your unblessed vessel,
stained with your fingerpints,
smelling of your sweat.
I am unclean.

This, is how you love me.

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