the glow of the light was there,
although dim and distant.
he slowly turned towards
the mirror to see the damage.
“losing cohesion,” he mumbled,
shrinking away from the sight that stared at him.
his skin was degenerating,
rotting at an excruciating pace.
his soft tissue was breaking down,
giving his face a droopy, puddled look.
his teeth seemed loose,
as if they could fall out at any moment.
and the sores—red patches
laced with dead, white skin.
the sores now covered
his face, neck, and arms.
it seemed as if he was de-evolving,
his skin falling off his bones.
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