Your face, eroded. Half buried,
mostly eaten away by the worms,
and the flies; they surround you
in your half-length plot of bed.
And as you go dark, so do I,
and in this room without windows,
no one can reach me here;
so I will sing instead to the void
engulfing you.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
ПоэзияPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
