Inside rotting Out

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crippling depression

Submitted: April 19, 2012

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Submitted: April 19, 2012




my sky is ground

with a drip sealing frowns;

fills a ripened thought

a limb wiggles

slipping from the skull

as it swayed against the knock

and aches smile with the split

holding with relief

my heart swallows its pit

as these mirrors paint my feet

that have no place to go

tears pack at the eyes

but do not flow;

flittering like flies

because there is no certainty

amongst these lies

I peel the skin back

questioning the bleed

where darkness grips

in greed

sliding along my rot

and my bleed

this bleed

matches no thought.


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