{"sf1_id":832039,"sf2_id":"ZmMK0RQ1","title":"Side Effects","author":"Solerodis","words":159,"posted_at":"2015-03-18T10:50:00.000Z","tags":["Curse","Love","Pain","Poem","Poetry","Torture","agony","disease","infection","life"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/832039-side-effects","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMK0RQ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cf/12/cf128b94-2533-4a18-a620-f499aaa7b14e","description":"#4 of Pre-made poems\n\nWritten when in the agonies of a long distance relationship. Love hurts most when it can't be shown properly.","content":"What is this that has begun to occur?  \n  \nYou did something, and now it won't leave.  \n  \nI can't explain it, I don't get it.  \n  \nIs it an affliction, a curse, or much better?  \n  \n  \nMy brain refuses to respond anymore,  \n  \nAll control has been wiped out.  \n  \nMy breathing speeds up when I think of you,  \n  \nBut it is nowhere near enough.  \n  \n  \nMy heart, oh my heart, is the worst now.  \n  \nThe slightest hint of you sets it to pounding,  \n  \nIt tries to escape the cage of my flesh,  \n  \nSeeking to hunt you down and unite us.  \n  \n  \nSpace keeps us apart, time tells how long  \n  \nWe are without each other; hand in hand they go.  \n  \nYou haunt the few thoughts I can pull up,  \n  \nMy dreams try to make it worse.  \n  \n  \nSand measures the moments of my disease,  \n  \nPouring through the hourglass of my life.  \n  \nI beg of you, infector of my soul,  \n  \nTurn me over to let this begin again.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Pre-made poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/832016-silence.json"}}