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- I've gone soft, she said.
- I sag in the middle like a rotting plank of wood,
- Discoloration dapples me, lean in closer.
- The tears have sunk inside me and made a home,
- Softening me up, the molds follow.
- I am rotting from the inside out, and
- As I soften the bugs move in,
- Chewing tunnels under my skin,
- I collapse under my own weight.
- Where is the me who stood so firm in what she knew?
- I was rigid like a sword, a road,
- Cold enough to freeze dew on my skin.
- I think, she said, I carried it for too long,
- That which I knew then and still know now.
- Some things are so rotten,
- They taint with their touch.
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