Infection

A Poem by Andy Batts

We all have it in here

In our hearts

It gives us rotten mouths and decaying smiles

Twisted bones and ripped muscles

Broken promises and poisoned lies

it festers within failed organs

Bloodshot eyes

Cracked fingernails

Brittle hair

We’re all infected and we don’t want the cure

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Added on March 22, 2018
Last Updated on March 23, 2018

I write crappy poetry and occasionally a story. Come join me in the garbage more..