Day 3 #Napowrimo - Incubation

Here's my day 3 response for #napowrimo & National Poetry Month.

Incubation

My joints and bone marrow

lined with blood and freeze;

my spirit can find echoes

in my deep, point an arrow

to the start of disease;

tongue thick and swollen,

lungs rattled with panic.

I welcome this dark golem

red with heat and ash.

I burn bright with fever,

my body a nest for this virus

to hatch.