What the hell - I don't think the market is saturated, yet.
Invasion of the Innocuous Fungus
The scent like bread rising from tender
morsels, a space meant for another
type of breeding. Itch and burn.
Scratch and rub. Fleeting relief
from creeping tendrils, a short circuit
of nerve endings - the fauna
is a sauna. A teeming hotbed,
mutated spores become mycelial,
entrenched upon the mucosa.
The flesh flashes red,
infiltrated, a mere petri dish to form
fungus gone awry.
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