A Streetcar Named Degeneration

A Streetcar Named Degeneration

A Poem by Clandestine Chemotherapy


Bloody heart
Scabbed, yet pumping
Life's beautifully grotesque fluid
Beating, beating your mind to a pulp
Destroying yourself with your own defenses

© 2015 Clandestine Chemotherapy

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The heart gets beaten up a lot by so many things, and it's kind of gross to look at. Like life. But it's beautiful at the same time. Nice 100/100

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Added on October 3, 2015
Last Updated on October 3, 2015