I was trapped on this sickbed

my strength diminishing,

and these viruses

tore apart my antibodies,

leaving me helpless,

wrapped inside the cuddle

of a blizzard.

Maybe a touch of your lips

could be the cure

but you were so far away

in a distant land,

on an island of enchantment;

I dwelt inside a rainforest

of predestined doom.

You finally came

but not to rescue me;

you were another virus

wearing false affection

as a disguise,

feasting on the proteins

in my cells,

leaving behind a barren

segment that used to be

a part of you inside me.