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

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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Added on October 1, 2012
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Kait

New York, NY

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Manhattanite attending FIT with hopes of a bright, lucrative future as a fashion editor. (2013) Life is about accepting the events that shape your character, and ascending over the obstacles. I'd .. more..