metamorphosis

i push and pull at the growing mutation stuck to my bones

it clings 

like dust on a wet towel, tattered
threadbare

every time it creeps through my cartilage with snaking vines,
trying to pry its way into the soft marrow,

i can't see
can't think
can't breathe
the pain is unbearable
the shock is overbearing
suffocating

every time it throbs in my muscle

every time it blooms and grows, shoving itself in the crevices; the folds; the slick bands of my heart chambers

every time it gnaws on my clavicles

sprouts decay on my tissue

wraps my limbs in decay

it hurts
it hurts every single time
every single cellular inch of movement
it hurts

and i just want it to stop