Under the peeling, floral wallpaper,
a wretched rumor of rot
begins to rewrite
the resonance in the room.
Brown cigarette stains leak,
like lurid secrets from the grave,
down the drywall surrounding me.
My words wander like pink worms,
weaving and wriggling their way
through the macabre mud,
past stiff, concrete foundations,
around ancient buried stones,
slicing dirt like swiss cheese,
shaking pillars like trees
in a windy breeze,
tickling high-beams and asking,
no, begging, them to cave in,
doubled over in a sickly sweet laughter
as we march toward our slaughter.
Oh how decay,
my decrepit old friend,
brings a smile to my face
when I realize it is all
there ever was
and all there ever is.
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
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I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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