Are you worried sick about me too?
Worried sick?
Or maybe just plain sick of me?

Having seen more most-of-me than any other, is it too much?
I've invited you to drink deepest of a sick-sweet poison.
We may both be consumed.
Will it kill us?

I think I was already destroyed.

A visitor to my most tender places
The most intimate spaces, dangerous and raw
You can go home anytime you like
You may choose to abide instead
What happens if you don't?
What happens if you do?

Do you want to?

I think I want you to...