The Syndrome

The feeling was developing
Developing deep inside her
Wrapping its arms roughly yet like fluid
Around her insides
She has to close her eyes
No one should see this black slithery being
Sucking her happiness out
It grows with every day
It intertwines with every thought she has
This parasite can feast on everything
Manipulating emotions to help it’s own mysterious plans
Everything is negative
This thing
Has slithered to her heart
There’s no way back
She’s engulfed