Rising Infection
In sweltering swamps, you seethe And sweat. Shedding layers to Acclimatise to the rising heat, Learning to bask in the warmth Of its embrace as
infection
Disgusting Holes
Running in dread from the The sickly secret of a Bee’s honeycomb, My nightmares are full of Buttered English muffins That morph into Deathstalker scorpions,