Flesh pops
berry red
woozy
The stink of it
sticking to my fingers
sticky
my white flesh drips
it's scummy
coating
only scraping at
the spore holes
the golden resin
that clumps in
black
Black?
not black at all
but filthy beige.
a waxy clay to
Fashion from my
dead skin cells
a gleaming
greasy
monument
to myself.
29 September 2019
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