They say the body does not betray, but pertain
To a nature of compromise in any sense of the word
And there yet has been the ridicule of its promulgation
Writ large the inhumanity - that of which incorrigibly resisted
With which persists
And adamantly exists.
Flesh of the face drained to a gray and chest exposed
Spineless and supine, one with the disrepair of rotting groves
Ribcage protruding its sinew skin in grooves.
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Author:
coracaodacripta (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2025 23:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Death's teeth.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
A dark and slightly gruesome write, which I kind of enjoyed
The exchange I dream of. Thank you
You are very welcome
Skeletal in nature, let's get down to the bare bones. A most interesting read that seems a bit grim and darkly haunting.
This is an inspiring response. I will be writing something related to it. Thank you
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