his entire world is an open wound
that just won’t heal
a rebellious killzone
he picks at flesh
and picks at flesh
and picks
and picks
priming the surface for
a soft landing of
stealth infection
his entire world is the vibrant speed
of rude disease
a crafty contagion
he just won’t heal
enough to scab
he just won’t heal
he won’t
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