Decaying Matter

I 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

 

 

    

 

Author's Note

free verse

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I love the dark imagery here. Excellent work.