There is a terrible sickness.

It has taken root deep in my soul.

It causes me to want. To desire. To need.

Things that no human should ever long for.

So I do what any sane person does when they are sick.

I stay away from the one most likely to be compromised by my illness.

I suffer in silence, plagued by the burden of my secret sin.

Always thinking vile, depraved thoughts.

I cannot stop them. They come to me unbidden.

And now in the aftermath of my father's death,

Everyone has opinions on how I should feel.

But it doesn't matter. I was already haunted.