Ruin

It hangs
like a flightless bird
from the rafters
where the crows gather mournfully
to await the disjointed bell
It lingers like a shadow
when you turn
it turns with you
And you,
you wrap it around you
like a cloak
dressed tightly up
to your chin
and wrapped twice around
your chest so none
can get in
And I,
I am strangely drawn to it
helpless to pursue it
I cannot smell or taste or detect
its poisonous intent
it has seeped into my veins
and I am ruined