deep, expiring body’s.
towering up, into the closed sky.
surrounding us form all sides.
the body’s melt and form into one another-
cascading down a unforgettable smell.
it’s hard to watch, hard to see.
but I, have no responsibility of those,
body’s.
as they melt, or even scream.
i just watch and let them be.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 23: inspiration is form the times I use pasta to stir my coffee, and how I enjoy a nice tasty snack once Iām done.
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Comments2
Creation in inspiration. Well done
Yes
Butter, this is disturbing as hell. That detached observer at the center made it even more unsettling for me. š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Thanks :3 glade you enjoyed :3
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