Abryanna Reeder: Penicillium, Gray, Wood Mold 

 

Left alone sitting at home    thin strands of hair make their way  white, brown spheres in range  
maybe I’ll eat some cheese.  colonization has taken over in the debris    I’ve taken on water 
A storehouse where you can find me  A new ecosystem emerging in a void  Laid waste to your precious heirlooms 
my bulbous sprouts grow reaching for thee  Survival by means of gluttony    I am gathering my bodily film 
silently waiting for the release.  gray matured, maybe decayed  aggressive walls put up to break down, 
fermentation or an infection.  A notable host is my pray  rapidly spreading to absorb  
storing for the explosion to consume.   Under a canopy we meet   the site deprived, pure white 
spreading a new youthful glow.  Wounds opened in a lattice abyss  frenzied disaggregation 
yet purification is operating     copper mist in contest,  murky drifting spores. 
Sugar used for stability    I am no longer applicable for expansion,  hard fibrous tissue 
yellow crust in a cavity   pressure for me to be exposed.  Home’s former self be gone.  
I’ve been dispensed.  Uncovered cold husk  No longer a solid structure 
Injected, circulating to ravage what I see   clustered in a siloed cage   once a haven and now my own prison.