........................................................................................ - a weBlog by Snowy and me.

Thursday 13 August 2015

Like Everyone Else

I am a piece of rotting flesh and dumbly I rot.
Everyday my flesh carries my smell
which people say reminds them of life.
They come to me because of this,
and get happy and upset, and annoyed,
and disgusted, and sometimes feel compassion.
They don’t care to realize they are rotting too,
or that their occupation
kills the space they say they are living on.


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