You may underestimate my knowledge,

My case is closed.

You merely tolerate my existence,

I’m your aging mold.

Your bubble of breath- readily available oxygen;

I combust from exposure.

You walk with eyes closed and a thick skull,

My lips sewn in closure.

You’ve unraveled my stitches, destruction is

Your type.

I will disappear, as you wish, without sparing you a

Goodbye.