Excrement
Laid bare
This carcass
A heap of festering wounds
Scars and bruises
Flaws all exposed
A blur of fleeting images
Muted conversations
The deaf listens
The blind looks
Even pieces of $#!+ have feelings
Of yearning
Of longing
To be something other than what they truly are
And they feel loved
As they attract flies
And maggots
And fungus
And all that feast on their existence
$#!+
Copyright © Christopher Vincent Aquino | Year Posted 2018
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