732.

Here, kissing becomes
nothing more than a disease
of soft transference.

731.

An eventual
murder, passing person-to-
-person by word's touch.

730.

Living out its last
years in that mouth, sending out
curses with each breath.

729.

A rotting expanse
caught up in roots to find new
homes for destruction.

728.

The sick, sour smell
of a soul crawling up its
throat in slow escape.

727.

A slow game of kill
inching through a body in
incremental death.

726.

Trying to hide all
the ways a body starts to
rot from the inside.