Festering Wounds

The infections worsened and seemed to take on a life of their own. It was as if I had two separate growths festering under my skin and they found each other and together formed the mother of all things unbearable. Well since these foreign invaders that have burrowed themselves in my life seem to have taken a form and are intent on running things I figured I should probably name them even though I would undoubtedly have to cut them off later and soak them in pesticides. None the less I must name them. Only a woman could be this evil so I'll call you Jezebels I said to the festering puss.

I really liked Jezebels in facts I wanted to keep hers but she kept infecting everyone else with their poison. I tried antibiotics hoping the reduced swelling would reveal something beautiful but it only revealed her ugliest side.... The truth. The truth that I knew all along but refused to accept that beyond the facade of love there was just an endless vacuum sucking the life out of everything and everyone. so I cut it off. It slithered away like a dead baby i didn't have the heart to finish hers off. so I decided to save the pesticide to kill her on another day, perhaps to keep it safe for the inevitable war ahead.