The end of the disease

The contagion is over
Its diffusion a contusion
Across flesh
As he bled.

All the pills and the potions
To mask the emotion
Covered his face
As he aged.

The rich crimson of disease
Spread: poison moved
Through his veins
As he wept.

The motion of the canker
Caused sores, corruption
Left him empty
As he slept.

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