The Wilting Child

Childlike symptoms
Spread over you like a disease
Coiled and boiled
Brewing heavily beneath
Dirty drops
Of tainted rain
Falling
Faintly down
Tears on the windowpane
Yours. Outside
Mournful mirky weather
Raging on
And confused you mistook me
For someone who cares
About your rotting slur
And the unwelcome words
That break heavy off your chest
     But
I miss you not a drip
Or a sip
Or a spluttered pot
Of the muddy mess
You made of yourself
And left nestled in my head
Riddled and rattled
Inside a bed of lies
A filthy hell
Is you in disguise
And all that is left
Is all that you've become
Weathered and wilting
And fumbling undone