Archaic

Archaic

A Poem by Kait

We are constantly dying,


Preoccupying


Ourselves with tasks


And time


To lose the scent


Of rotting flesh


As it lazily wafts by.

© 2012 Kait


Author's Note

Kait
I hate the scent of Humans. It disgusts me. Any human, perfume only masks their scent, but I can still smell it under those layers.

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Kait
Kait

New York, NY



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