do you fear it?

Do you fear it? The new age? The way it seeps into flesh and rots through bone.

The way it stays, stains. Tainted by it. By you. By them. 

Marks on the clothes you keep in the back of your wardrobe, hidden. Marks that you can't wash clean. It's unclean, dirty, you are. You are filthy. An honest lack of serendipity. You crave clarity. Clarity on subjects unexplainable. Do you still crave omniscience? Do you want it? Need it? Do you feel this burning desire, the way it bubbles? Boils? Through your intestines, guts? It hurts doesn't it? You can feel it warming and burning through each part of your anatomy. I know you can. And I know you're scared. Terrified, petrified, heart thumping, racing, breathing fast. Your ribs ache. And you are filthy for liking it.