it started in my fingers, wrapping around my knuckles,
controlling my wrists,
working its way up my arms.
soon my legs felt the heat of the pain,
and my brain became tainted with its sting
my eyes flash between reality and its illusions
and now my lungs wilt under its influence,
and my heart,
my ever-beating heart,
fighting,
strong until recently
and now my fleshy heart
faces collapse, pushing outwards,
hoping for its second,
or third,
or fourth wind,
beating for me and holding tight to the person I once was,
but its corrosive elements wrap around it,
turning its red veins black,
eating it,
leaving me with nothing but
the salty taste on my tongue of despair
and the lingering scent of regret.
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