destroying angel

You talk about love like a mushroom forager
wary of the smooth surfaces, the
pristine flesh,
always looking at what you find from every angle-
the gills, the spore-print, the
root and scent of love.
Still,
no matter how wary your thoughts were,
you’re lying in hospital,
stomach acid leaking into your liver,
dreaming of a destroying angel.

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