Just the outline
of the thing, the
stench of something
rotting somewhere,
the inexplicable
puddle of water in
the front hall closet,
but for some
a chance, like
the universe,
to emerge
from nothing.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2026 03:23
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I see that this may be taken in two different ways one fantastic and alien and the other microscopic and the creation of bacteria. In either case the poem expresses a sense of horror at what might be inside the closet an alien object or being or something rotting and decomposing. An ugly surprise either way. Well done
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