I harbor secrets
So dank and dark
The flailing of deathly
legs cannot keep them
from speaking--so
Persistent their
Ravished corpses
Crawl legless
Toward everything
That is me--to consume me.
Sticky white your
Hands defile me
As I am molded
Into a being I
No longer recognize
As my usual parched
Yellow self
Instead I am
Left legless
Becoming you.
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