I saw them

As you fell again into the same dream

The weak confines of your flesh gave way

And they emerged, tumbling out like

Molasses.

They slunk to the floor

And they crawled with fingers curled,

Nails scratching on the ground,

Dragging themselves back

Right

Into

You.

Pale bodies teeming with

Swollen black leeches,

Parasites whose blood is

Yours.

Stolen right out of your own veins

Sucked dry and

Depleted of life,

Leaving nothing but a shriveled heart to

Toil for a suffering body.

It's not your fault.

I saw them

And I saw you,

The two twisted terribly together,

And the thought burned through my mind:

Who has done this to you?