My heart has Covid

My heart has covid
but not the viral type
the one that can’t be
cured with antivirals

You infected me with words
Affected me with your untruths
At first I did not take you seriously
But then I caved in like a fool

Because when faced with option
Nothingness or an illusion
I chose to choose the second,
For fear of an uneventful death

And now my heart possesses
the following consistency:
Liquid as a melted honey
Or simply cold as ice

Heardened as a cocoa butter
Exported far from Africa and
into vast Siberia, or melted
on the radiator’s heat

Alternating between these states
fluctuates without stability
the consistency of my ailing heart —
tainted by your viral love