mycelium spores
impregnate
my collosal
flaws
sprouting down
the empty entry
of rampant remnants
tearing through
the essential
building blocks
of who i once
could have been
if it hadn’t been
for my own
inability to evolve
into someone
worthy of love
an empty vessel
interlaced by
mycelium spores
living in the dark
untouched by
the light she so
wonderfully exudes