infection

• Annika Brelsford

some may call it an infection; a disease. they label and define our bodies until the versions of us that are left can do nothing but succumb to their awful virus that squeezes at our hearts. as if they are the ones who may gate another’s heaven ! who are they, we, mere mortals, to decide the fate of another? some may call it a condition something to be treated reversed changed. others may call it a disorder, a sickness, as if all of us are coughing and choking and drowning and dying. some of us are, yes. but some of us are the angels behind the gate; the ones letting you in.

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