decay deep covered
beneath skin so plump and smooth
they hope no one notices
their sweet corruption
and no one does - a fragile
mind fist and language fractured
haunted by almosts
possessed by musts, shoulds, and nots -
has built from kicked-in windows
a rain of keen blades -
all that fertile soil poisoned
to grow lying heavy plants
overripe, slick, bursting
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