Virus

It starts with this tiny thing inside
I wonder if it is there or just to scare
In textbooks and the stories from others
But it might be, crawling inside of me

This tiny thing, gnawing and growing
Duplicating and cultivating its home
Feeding and finding it’s safety here
Inside of the temple I call my own

My body has been under my control
A moment ago I gave a bit of it away
The doctor is to test the quality of purity
The results will come to me automatically

I’m now outside, cigarette trembling
Sitting on the near planter, steady-ish
Feet awkward, finding my lighter finally
Breathing in bad air, record speed smoking

It started with this tiny idea inside
I wonder how I could be so scared
Probably the textbooks and stories
But it could’ve been, crawling inside me
This tiny thing