THE BEAST

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Calling All Poets.
Just came to me while washing the dishes. A short poem about the experience of living in depression.

Submitted: February 01, 2019

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Living in the belly of the beast, swallowed up whole. Nurturing its flesh as I rot and decay. My soul it's d'oeuvres my mind it's plate. Living in the belly of the beast, slowly desolving. As I Am digested I become part of its DNA. You can find me in its bones, in its joints, in its blood. Living in the belly of the beast, I am deceased.


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