Decomposition
By Sean BaloghPublished 10 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mariia Horobets on Unsplash
Tonight is an unhaunted tomb.
Open your window and welcome
the yellow Moon. Let it crawl through
and fill its belly with your fears.
Become more than defunct: an evocation
of secondhand office chairs,
blank pages, and arrears. Tonight,
you will die alone in your room
and not give a damn. Stand naked.
Face the mirror to extricate
your pink dooms of flesh,
to fashion something new
from the exhumed.
About the Creator
Sean Balogh
A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Most of these words should find a home among the compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.
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