a humdrum

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As helminths weave their sinuous paths
Around my yielding bloated flesh,
The noxious subterranean air
Bleaching my bones to a pearliness.
I still feel the lust for life persist,
Turning into the dreary dust of an unknown plain,
I feel my skin and bones resist,
Even as my bed grows soft with rain.

this is a short piece right now. i might think of expanding it later on. tell me what you think.