Thing

It's like this Thing that happens.

Quick.

Ruthless.

Final.

Ever evaluating, ever calculating the pros and the never ending cons.

Bitter.

Vocal.

Loud.

Pins itself to the thing, together rotting away the soft underbelly.

Exposed.

Defiant.

Slow.

The Thing. It never dies. But we do.

Incapacitated.

Alone.

Cold.