Mold crawls up my back

Spreads out to coat my shoulders

Coils down my arms and settles in

Digging deep

Permeating my bones

Pressing through inch by inch until there's nothing left

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No colors this time

No rings, no shine

Doesn't bother to trace my veins

Doesn't need to encircle my fingers

Why go around when it can go through

Slowly, slowly, but it's not like I can outrun it

It's already made a fool of me, anyway

Guess I'll just sit here and rot