Shedding Skin

Poem about the Clot Shot

They glimmer and shimmer, sparkle and itch like cracked meth skin. Shedding in death scrolls, eating up worm holes, they funnel like cotton.

Pied pipers in organs rewriting our immunity. Not beauty, but enigma they whisper for us to multiply them to infinity.

They manipulate us to cultivate them through bad socialization. Replace the human population with mind controlled plants that they can live in.