If I am the feather you are the wings
If I am the kite you are the wind
If I am the smile you are the lips
If I am the words you are the voice
But I am a person
And you are a disease
We share the same stage
But inherently contradict
As you grow I shrink
As I grow you rage
We are both constantly fighting
Interlocked in a cycle of destruction
Intent on the death of the other
The only difference is:
I am the body and you the disease.
You need me
I don’t need you.
[Kirsty Campbell]
Image courtesy of Barbora Krušpánová
The rest of the stories in qmunicreate #12 can be found here.
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