Poem

Getting more into on-paper art! 😀 Will endeavour to post more often now. Tarina

poem : rotting

 

“watch me,
this slowly rotting arrangement of flesh and bones
descends into the oblivion of the moment’s memories of future
for we have died a thousand times alone

“to wash away the ugly cancer of a twisted spirit
free it from my veins
by means of my sweet blade, permits
the red storm pass over quietly

“some say there is no other side, that
they take their secrets to the grave
buried, their disgusting shells of fat on bones and stagnated skulls
still smiling for the mourners”

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