Nov 15, 2005 15:00
When they laid the new piece of linoleum down,
the white walls, they changed color.
Mold quickly spread over them.
Grayish and green, growing thick all around.
It defied the fresh sunlight and air
and spread over them.
Coughing for hours from infested furniture.
Dream of the day they can begin to breathe again.
Plague is blown in with the wind and the breeze.
A plague made of death and infectious disease.
In a place where the creeping grey mold is the king.
People plagued by the growth of new grey-green skin.
Spores on the floors and a lung full of fungus.
A head full of mushrooms.
A neck where the tung is.