Plague

Fränz Müller

Your words

infect me, cutting their way

into my very cells, my DNA

and, like a time bomb

detonate within

destroying love and confidence and hope

until all that remains

is a man that resembles a spirit,

pale, hollow, with shape but no substance.

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2026 16:37
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 1


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