The Madness that Spores

the moon turned off, everything disappeared, dashed awayBy bleeding purple, nothing remained, nothing in the storesNo skeletons in the car, no clothes dropped, no puncture woundsNo dead. Just vanished. the world stopped turning, everything froze, bone dust coveredEverything in snow, the red mist drenched, the trees leftWith no oxygen to breathe, no roots to plant, …

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