Outgrown And Left Behind

            The fraying edges of wiry yarn frizz in the damp air as the faded blue threads continue to unravel. Collecting particles of nearby dust, each separate strand hanging limp from the torn edges proceed to ripen and emit a rancid perfume. Further towards the center, puslike mold grows on a long-forgotten stain as the sprouting white hairs peek through the oozing fungus in the search for fresh air. Underneath, withering threads slowly decay to nonexistence and the worn surrounding strings disintegrate into a pale blue powder. Housing tiny insects, the piles of blue soot gather droppings and begin to smell like rotten eggs. Altogether, the diminishing blue forgotten treasure remains for the sole purpose to gradually dwindle away.