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Sometime later I became slithering mud...

Showering and dripping sandy brown

Could not tell where it came from

Gradually disintegrating all around



"I guess I felt like dirt most of the time"

Wasn't expecting to literally feel like it

Too late now; flushing myself down pipes

sluggish pieces everywhere the water hit



Disease infested tunnels of disgust...

Rubbing up against as to embrace...

Saturated with aged layers of rust...

Smothering what's left of my face...



Merging with all kinds of "tasty" bacteria

From pipe to pipe becoming legally gross.

Waiting for an end, subdueing with no idea

Farther and deeper, becoming a lethal dose