Brain Rot

Brain Rot

A Poem by Sue Low

Flies buzz and captivate the hearts
of their maker. Some form of art
echoes through your soul, cold
enough to wrinkle your skin so old
and decaying rot spreads over the
earth filling every pore up all the trees
into the forest fly and become lost
in ecstasy so far there are no thoughts
floating in your silly little head
laying on the pillow the breaths from the bed
change the sound of your own voice
What? How can you hear through all this noise?

© 2022 Sue Low

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Added on October 17, 2022
Last Updated on October 17, 2022
Tags: random, weird, obscure, rhyming

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