Crawling Rot


There is something crawling in my skin.
I cannot see it, but I know it is there.
I know not the identity,
The shape it takes,
But I know it is there.
It will consume me until I am hollow
And then destroy the husk it left behind.
There is something crawling in my skin
But it will not be there long.

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