Decaying MatterA Poem by pinkasylumI have no idea where this little pecidillo came from, perhaps the dark recesses from my mind.
what's crawling inside my temporal of knowledge
wise violet eyes now moist sunken trap doorways
losing their hue to the putrid chambers of rotting bowel stew
fatally collapsing the pink sinew of corrided bone fragment statues
leaving but a waystation of angels lingering in a bowl of warm soul soup
© 2011 pinkasylumAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 9, 2011 Last Updated on June 26, 2011 AuthorpinkasylumAZAboutA woman taking refuge here from the outside world, colliding images with words, every poem a prism of reflection. I am new to writing, a tender new bud, here to learn, make friends, support and be ins.. more..Writing
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