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mold

the mold forever grows

cracks in the ceiling

the stain from the walls

spreading,

growing,

arms, closing the door

air, growing thicker

enters my core

“father” she murmurs,

she has stolen my core

it is taking her over,

decay of her core

hallucinations of innocence

your blood is not pure

earth, your gehenna

is the torture you deserve

earth, mold

it festers and grows

a breath of decay

fills my chest

the breath of your father

is gone without rest

your birth was his curse

you are the seed of his sin

now the mold takes its place,

where your soul could have been

spreading,

reaching,

i inhale.

it is breathing,

settling…

infecting…

consuming…

controlling…