[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS
- AN ANTHOLOGY ]
WARNING:
CONTAINS USAGE OF
NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED
MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND
LOVED UNDER BLEEDING
GUMS.
photo cr:
hollis brown thornton
on flickr
#4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]
there is a tiny worm that we allow to creep through brains and under our skin — they come like thoughts and eat up what is left under woolen garments that hide our flesh lest we let the beasts outside sniff the scent of a broken home and screaming wood beneath our tendons and bones that break at the thought of a winter night. for decades, and decades to come a slow writhing for medicines and smoke machines will take its form under slaughter homes where we hear the last of the future kids that have been born through every womb, shattering with self inferiority and dismayed vermillion thoughts, the last ones to ever survive the heat of the summer afternoon.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
