It fills to the brim, every day more than the last
it swells and creaks and creeps into every last crevice
the push is unrelenting but subtle, barely a puff but complete in its coverage
its hue is black as the ocean depths, depriving of oxygen and squeezing out breath
it has a smell too, musky, dank, dirty and vile all at once.
its here to stay now. get used to it.
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