Oxidation.

John Bogna
Nov 8 · 1 min read
Photo by Eric Prouzet on Unsplash

Metal rusts quickly where I am.

Air damp with rot moves like a bellows
and where it settles
iron crumbles to nothing;
degradation
from marrow to skin
leaves
a crusted shell
of waiting red,
to be destroyed by
the hair-trigger touch
of some careless finger.

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