This idea inside you
It is viral
Antivital

It slowly suffocates you
Like a python

Well, what’s next
Mademoiselle X?
It’s a part of you
Your own supply
You say no need to spare
Food for thought or body

A little red bag
Your yellow raincoat
Pockets full of heavy grey slag
It is your curse in dark water
It will always come back
No matter how much you want it
Please swim between the flags

Drawn to it
Fawn to it
Drowned by it
Until you’ve integrated
Or resigned

Those Parts
Inside you
They talk too much

But they sweat off Cotard’s summer
As we melt into one

A little red bag
Your little red bag
A yellow raincoat and
Pockets full of grey slag
And a little red bag