It slowly spread across the ceiling
maybe it was the weather
maybe it was neglect
blotchy and patchy
through conversation sporadically
over the dinner table
Into plates of food
eventually into our mouths
Until we nolonger recognised clean words
Damp years overpowered our speech
Finding a way into our tone
Spores into expectation growing barbs
spreading through us like an entity
Like a city across a continent
Not bringing us any closer
Just helpless hosts
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