Breathing her poison,
Into my darkened air,
Whispering,
Ana chills my bones with fear.

Hesitant,
To what she has planned,
Feebishly,
I wallow,
In a corner,
Far from man.

Ana,
With her sly wit,
Rigs my body,
With every disease,
She see’s fit,
All,
While she burns me alive,
Killing my immunity,
Of something that could help me not die.

What must I say to her?
What must I scream?
To scare her away,
To leave me once more free?

With the poison of Ana,
There is one thing I know,
She doesn’t give up easy,
And nor will I,
As long as I breathe -I won’t let go.

 
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