the corpse
you don't want to move the corpse
in your front yard, but you can't leave
the ugliness in sight forever, can you?
you'll have to get rid of it at some
point, won't you? even if you get your
hands dirty, and even if the neighbors
won't look at you anymore. from now
on, your house will smell like life again,
and the insects will probably (hopefully)
leave, and you'll look out of your
window and won't cry anymore, isn't
it worth it?
the corpse // a task
to do:
move the corpse out of
sight, it makes me cry.
wash hands afterwards.
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until I'm empty: short poems
PoetryOriginal short poems. Just for fun, not to be taken too seriously. Criticism is welcome.
