Something to be proud of amid a catastrophe
Limping along the barbed road, my limbs atrophied,
A solitary segment of accomplishment set away,
Take it out and revel in your victory on a bad day,
It will warm your spirits and protect you from them.
Brains like spiders ripping their way from heads,
Many limbs squirming inside, beasts gone unfed,
Recall what it was that the fortune teller said?
Something about rupture, or a return of the dead?
Our guts have spilled out and wriggle quickly away,
With minds of their own, screaming innard agony,
Just like the human to abuse what keeps it alive,
I was never a man, but a delirious, buzzing hive.
Host to all the evil able to find its way inside,
But I've got my purity and I keep it safe and hidden,
None can touch it, such a thing must be forbidden,
Radiating truths, it tells me that I'm not at fault,
Life has had its way with us, and I'm just an adult.
About the Creator
Austin Brown
College student interested in freelance writing. I write a wide range of things, including short stories, pieces on psychology, and about popular culture.
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