Rotting Meal

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Apr 9, 2009


Then the door slammed shut
I turned back to the wind
Which now bit at my neck
With the intensity of a lion
Devouring it's rotting meal
Ironic because that's what I am
Well, at least that's how I feel.

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    I just flipped through a packet of thirty poems..
    this one beat them all in imagery and flow.
    *shrugs*

    funny how two people can feel the same from so far away.

    5/5

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