Strains of bacteria slowly inch their way across surfaces formerly blessed by little hands.
Lovingly, the viral substance lingers in the lines of fingerprints, unique and identifying,
Lazily lounging against the warm, soft touch of a child.
It snuggles into place until it is lurched forward and upward into the inner sanctums of nourishment in the body.
What loving kiss the hand was, the body provides in luxury,
Full of potent nutrients and raucous nooks of space and special energy.
Latching onto barrens of tissue and torrents of blood flow,
Noro makes his vicious way through the underground,
Carving grave tunnels and pushing the host to reject the unwanted elements,
Until both parasite and prey are exhausted.
Warm hands now chilled but clean,
Ordinary organs now cleansed,
Waiting for new luxury to rebuild and satisfy a miraculous cycle.
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