I woke up surrounded by fungus
With mushrooms growing out of my palms and eyelids
The sweat was gelatinous on my brow
And it was impossible to wipe it off beneath all the growth
I knew my father had left me here to die
Amongst the leaves, trees, and filthy water
To die like one of the bog people
To become a leather husk
I pressed
My way
Through the shit and the muck
And then
With teeth
Grinding against my gums
Crawled out
From the
Swamp and made my way home
To search
To find
To lay waste to my man
I will cut you down
I will bury you
This water’s my home
And
These hands aren’t my own
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