Cockroaches
I saw them in the corner
Like brain pieces on the wall,
Climbing to my ceiling,
Loud and stinking with blood.
I can hear them crawling
Inside my moldy walls,
Slow and steady
Like the movement of organs.
Copyright © old doll | Year Posted 2025
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