i'm infected.
by: michael g.
After what seems like an eternity, the doctor finally comes into the room wearing his sterile lab coat and sits down on the little stool across from me and says, "So, what seems to be the problem?"
I have an infection.
it starts down near the bottom of my heart and spreads itself upwards, an itchy-burning sensation a lot like syphillis. and fuck, it hurts more than kidney stones or bowel cancer. over time, it engulfs my entire heart and begins to consume my body, like the flesh-eating bacteria. streptococcus pyogenes, I think it's called. Yeah, that's what it's like.
I think it's becoming a disease if it isn't already.
you have to do something doctor, i've never been this ill before. i've never been this sick. i've never had an infection or disease. i'm desperate.
the doctor moves towards me and softly whispers in my ear.
"Oh," I say. "So this is what it feels like to be in love."
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