A Cancer

A seductive thing,
Power is,
Creating grief,
This constricting feeling,
Sending tremors down my spine.

Cold fingertips crawl over me,
Caresing my body.

I think I have contracted,
An illness,
For love,
An addiction.

Seeking power,
I have cornered a cancer,
Deep withen my flesh,
A cavity.

It breathes my life,
Slithering in my core,
Yet,
With it,
Power.