I feel the vultures
swarming around my decaying vessel.
I watch them from above,
they circle, but do not feast,
perhaps they're scared
that you are what you eat.
and im scared too, when they land on
my chest
and I become one of them
to eat of the flesh that I once was.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poesíaen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
