rot

it’s been this way for quite some time
greedy ink blobs devouring paper
until no cream-colored space can be seen

indigo is greedy and brutal
it will not halt upon negligence
instead constantly unfurling outwards

a truly frightening scene to behold
beginning so fresh and untainted
consumed by night before it realizes so 

you desperately scour until your eyes ache
a single patch of untouched innocence
but you have asked for too much

appearing like dark eerie cavities
the page resembles a moldy fruit
i wasn’t aware that i was rotting.

it has been a long time coming
i should have known.