Infection

The sensation of removing something completely, 

For me is,

Fascinatingly and euphorically satisfying. 

But most things never do so. 

They grip and cling and hold on. 

The more you pull,

The more they tear off the pieces you want to keep.

And so you think you should just keep it where it has chosen to stay,

Hope that it won't hurt you anymore,

Hope that eventually with time it'll fall off,

A hollow shell of what it used to be.

Of course, it will not.

The more you leave it the more it takes away,

Infecting and spreading and decimating everything else.