Metallic Aorta
The first poem on the first page in my self-published Poetry collection
bloody pumping orchestra,
sweet symphony of cells,
hardened metallic aorta,
feed nothing but eggshells.
Volition
of no
direction.
my brainstem tied into a knot,
to keep you from falling
into my stomach rot,
bloody pumping orchestra,
sweet symphony of cells,
hardened metallic aorta,
fed nothing but eggshells,
Creation
of some
destruction.
I swallowed a tin can and some string,
in my search for inner peace.
bloody pumping orchestra,
sweet symphony of cells,
hardened metallic aorta,
fed nothing but eggshells,
About the Creator
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