appears seemingly
out of nowhere,
but it's been lurking in the shadows
waiting
to spring
its claws upon
you
for some time now.
maybe stress and turmoil
has released
it from its tightly
wound cells,
or maybe food of
some sort,
smoke
or drink, a toxic
fume
your lungs found
in the air.
maybe it's your mother's
fault,
some ancient blood
relative
from the era of the black
plague.
who knows these things?
no one.
but you can't stop what's
coming,
once it starts.
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