Slug

Slime covers the bed
I slowly slide from covers
Only takes a day

I move two inches
A week has gone and shot past
I managed to dress.

I talk to my friend
He asks where the hell I’ve been
It’s been a year.

My unfinished work
Will remain so as I lie
This decade I’m done

This life is coated in slime.

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