Rot.

Something in my open hand
And I’m opening every door I can
But I cannot
Rot
Any further.
I can feel it on the furniture
And if it weren’t for
The smell,
I’m sure no one else could tell.
I fell into an endless abyss
At the bottom of all of the things that I miss.
Ever since then I’ve been
Unsure when
I’ll heal;

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