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Human decay

Poetry By: Chrysta
Horror



You think you're clean?


Submitted:Oct 19, 2010    Reads: 77    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Wet spaces and dark cracks,

Spores and fungi alike,

Creeping in your pipes.

A musty smell,

Coagulates in your heart.

The deathly darkness,

It opens a maw to a world of flaws.

Dead in your head,

A parasite once crawled.

Rattle around,

The bones and the smell.

Clean all you can,

It will never fade.

Its there in your heart,

A crusty fuzz,

Mold and rot,

You're decaying each day.





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