Saturday, June 27, 2015

Wood

Old cracking wood
Like branches falling from the sky
Smoke floating above
And a fire burning beneath
Something snapped
Now there is a rotting corpse inside
Ants and roaches crawling through the eye sockets
A fire burning away the crackling edges
A disease setting in
Taking up camp in a soul
Letting no light seep in
Loosing hope
Going nowhere

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