Mors Tua Vita Mea

Mors Tua Vita Mea poem by Kaaya Faye

I know he’s here

Hiding in the cellars of my rib cage

In the spaces between my vertebrae

Glued to my muscles

And every ounce of my blood.

Doubt.

“Mors Tua Vita Mea”

He hisses, slithering through my flesh

“Mors Tua Vita Mea”

He repeats, seated in a dark corner of my brain.

“You can do it.”

A friend pats my back.

As my mind dissolves

In the echo of the hushed voice.

He sings the battle cry

“But I am not even fighting”

I silently scream when something jitters.

Gut.

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