Timeletting

It was a strange affliction.

That no doctors
Or medicines
Or injections
Or care
Or prayers

Seemed to heal.
How can it be cured?

I wondered as I walked through the narrow path leading to the wider road.

Then I spotted this leech.

Grey, slimy and inviting
It lay still on the road.

I walked past in disgust.
It must have died in the cold, I thought.

As I walked towards the road, I wondered if the leech was the cure.

I walked back
Picked up the leech
And stuck it to the timeline of my life.

It's stuck to my neck ever since.
Throwing itself on my shoulder each time it's full.

I stick it back whenever time gives me that fever.