Dark Bloom

by Quinn Specht   Jun 29, 2005


The body lays up against the wall,
the smell of blood hangs in the air,
the rats group around.
The flies begin to swarm.
Murder has began and ended.
A sorrowful morning subsides
in the alley.
As the police photograph the
beautifully mutilated body,
Eyes begin to peer from all around.
Screams fill the streets and cries
are heard through out.
No one knows what happened.
That beautiful mutilation,
that dark bloom.
That body....belongs to you.

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