It stank of all things putrid;
life, decaying.
My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke
-their deafening vile life forms
gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
Pain searing, my skin burning
-yet I still hide, the last place you’ll look;
never waking city
-except its’ crippling invisible organisms;
alive, they’re very much alive,
sinking their nashers’
on soft, moist skin
it bleeds –oh how it bleeds
-yet still I hide,
in putrid things that stink;
life, sleeping, decaying.
Written 03/03/2012
Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 2012-2013 . All rights reserved.
- This is actually my first Opuss post -I feel old now. lol
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