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Sepsis

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Mercy-Waters

Published: Jan 24, 2010

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my love for you
has escaped my heart;
it has spread through the
maze of capillaries and veins,
into the arteries.

my adoration
has flooded my brain;
it has inhibited all
rationality, and fogged
all memories.

it has taken unwelcome
refuge in my lungs;
burning in my breath,
devouring the oxygen
sucked past dry lips.

my love for you has gone
septic.

(the doctors say they cannot
clean my polluted blood,
because the infection festers
in my heart.)

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~~Love~~ Sepsis is a serious ~~emotional~~ medical condition that is characterized by a whole-body inflammatory state and the presence of a known or suspected infection.

This is Entry 2 in the 100 Themes Challenge; Love.

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