Finished Before the End of the Sentence

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I can feel it dripping

Down my throat

Like turpentine

Taste it tainting

The water supply

Sometimes it sticks

Festering through my lips

To catch a whiff

At all hours of the day

It sticks to your clothes

Like cigarette smoke

 

Death

In the floor and the ceiling

Asbestos and mold

 

Death

Printed as the watermark

On every page

The wriggling tongue

Behind sealed lips

 

Death

I’ve been carrying death

With me

The most fashionable

Of face piercings

A skin condition

from within

to gradually

Consume all.

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