Verdigris from Molt by cayce crane

the wounds, taken willingly and otherwise, heal; but as pain burns its path it leaves a blackened wake. change is affected. the poison seeps in first to erode, worry apart, unweave, until it carves a broad and ragged estuary. abraded edges; flesh of self like rotting vegetation at the shores of a river gone still to swamp. stagnant, the venom ferments. curdles. there to lager for years, decades.

now the poison is flushed, the disintegrating shores of soul given to the sun, to irrigation. the estuary reclaimed. seams are present; the rot's long residency leaves inescapable evidence. but what grows now is new. other.

there is burgeoning.

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