Benign

I have been dead a very long, long, long time.
Yet surges of vermillion burst to my

idea-struggled hands.
It is routinely terminal.

My veins are electric and the
fever coursing through

me is akin to a sheltered virus.
With no hope for camaraderie,

dusk comes to my mind.
I am a lonely patient zero.

-B.W. Gladney

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