V.
Everything I eat
Or put in my mouth
Tastes sour and tart
Like mold
My head has
A sharp pain
And my world
Feels slow and
Distant. Confusing
Things keep growing
From my skin
And I expect soon
Other things
Will begin to
Fall off
I feel like
I should stay
Away from wet
And warmth
For fear of speeding
Up the whole
Rotten process
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