i've heard that rubber ducks can go moldy on the inside.
i like rubber ducks but mold terrifies me. they're like plants if you alienate them.
the mold in yellow rubber ducks has found its way to my bedroom ceiling and the crevices of my brain.
5 mold stuffed ducks are singing an opera in the bathtub. they sing songs of love and fear.
i steal an industrial grade blade out of my father's tool box and cut them open to get to their fungus infested guts. now their songs are more vengeful.
the cello drips blood and the flutes are made of rotting wood. the cellist's got a knack for arson and the flautist can't get over her ex-husbands affair. the microbes under her skin burn their way through. this is why mold terrifies me. it spreads and latches onto everything it sees.
maybe it'll get to me, too, one day.
