For a moment, Poet's rendered numb;

He wants to talk it out, but what's to say? 

He can't just sit and watch his love succumb

To the poison rotting her away.

He sees now that he's been a total fool.

He didn't want to deal with her disease;

Now, knowing she feels like a ghoul,

He whispers in the darkness, '_____, please...'

'No, I said,' She hisses through her teeth.

(In between her body's coughing spasms). 

'But if you cannot keep it in its sheath,

I'm sure a nurse can give you your orgasms.'

Stung (she's never been this way before),

Poet turns, and walks straight out the door.

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- Jack