Our beloved story is full of mold
Our beloved tale like no other
A canvas bleached in colors gray
Our bodies as one, an inevitable bond
*
you’re whispering something unworldly
you cannot look me in the eye
embarrassed but boldly you grow
from a mold rooted and ancient
*
I look at you suspiciously
I am terrified of you;
laying down your eldritch papers
full of meaning thrown down on the floor
I keep on trembling in your arms
crying out loud for help to come
there were none
Suspiciously the air thickened;
I saw it entering, seeping in my body
I felt it grabbing at my fingertips
eons of terror in moments repeated
waking up while losing breath
*
Feeling my spirit breaking
Your mold found its way to the core
Undefeated
Suspiciously
The scene repeats itself;
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This is brilliantly written…
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Thank you Navin!! 🙏🏻❤
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You’re welcome Val!!
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