There are certain areas in nature that really radiate death, and I'm always looking and expecting to find a carcass. Those journeys, coupled with a recurring dream of being mired in muddy stagnancy produced Dancing with Rot. Throbbing, swamp sludge methodically piercing trespassers.
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Diving into this.
Now floating face down.
You’re dancing with rot.
Infected and strange.
Festering, lifeless choir resonates in the slough.