Inside

Chewy is the grisle that,
With every movement of my tongue
finds you unpleasant to hold

You are the cancer lurking inside
A healthy soul.
Ferriting into each white cell
Rotting from the core out.

Have you threds attached to my back?
Following,
You hide behind me every time I turn
though I do not see you hiding in my shadow
I know you're there
I feel you
Cold and weighty
Concrete
Ice
Winters Sanitizing frost
I live between the grasp of seasonal curiosity
inside your sweet warm touch.