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The Creeping Sickness
They seem to sense the decay
buzzing at me all day
landing on my arms
my broken face
attracted
to the pulp
of infections
pushing the stench
from me
the only ones
left to comfort
and carry me
are the flies
buzzing at me all day
landing on my arms
my broken face
attracted
to the pulp
of infections
pushing the stench
from me
the only ones
left to comfort
and carry me
are the flies
Published 25th Nov 2018
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25th Nov 2018 2:37am
This reminds me that while we may be surrounded by people we are alone when experiencing an illness no one can relate too.
25th Nov 2018 3:21am
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- Edited 18th Jan 2020 5:45pm
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