bits of flesh that hold disease.
Intermeshing in a stilted breeze.
Take another breath, begin to wheeze.
A heart attack that grows in mind's decrees.
A little here, a little there.
A virus living in the air.
Invisible, it plants its demon seeds.
Gathering within their memories.
Bleaching each heroic fantasy.
Bleeding out of secret chambers,
sweat pouring out within their need.
Particles of our humanity...
? Michaelette ?
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