So much dust in the corners:
Where the molding begin to crack
Crevices of broken tiles deepen into lesions
Tumors of Dust, pathogens, grow unabated,
Microbes mutate, metastasized masses,
So much sweeping,
Cleansing, purging, disinfecting
Still, the malignancy multiplies
I don’t know why I worry
No one looks in these corners at all
The secret gathering of dust motes conspiring
Threatening exposure
I know what lurks there
Hidden