Rotted See Ya's
A surreal poem about mourning...something?
Where does it end, I wonder
Inside of you or inside of me?
Caged or broken or lying on
The wilted linoleum floor?
Did you empty your dreams
Down the drain like your little
Picture books instructed?
I wonder if you cried when
The night sky hid behind a veil,
Tucked its face away from
Your inquisitive eyes.
You thrashed in your sleep
And screamed until the renters
Finally made a fuss.
There are flies buzzing about
In the dead expanse of your eyes.
Doesn't it remind you
Of our little goodbyes?
Rotten in the mouth already
And buzzing with insects,
The goodbye was too old.
Be sure then to eat it quickly
Before the rot has a chance
To sink into the flesh
Of whatever fruit this is.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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