I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you. Heard your voice but couldn’t tell that it was you. And slowly, watched your sickness slip away into a place that I’d once feared, but I was not afraid this time. So I gave chase and found it, finally, slowly feeding from your head, And from my friends, and from my family, so I grabbed it by the neck. “For every lover you have ruined” I dug my nails into it’s flesh. “and every life that you have taken” Slammed it’s head against the brick. It’s blood poured out onto the pavement, I stirred it in with dirt and spit. “I will take a part of you.” I made mortar from the mix. Tore every organ from it’s body, Broke it’s bone and fashioned bricks, I laid the mortar in between, I made a throne for hope to sit. “Too long you’ve torn us into pieces, Firmly held onto our wrists. Today I bury you in me.” I swallowed every inch of it.

- La Dispute