My Hollowed Remains
My shattered core in pieces on the floor,
As a rug, tattered and torn.
Please close the door, the spectacle is not yours.
The decay of an eaten apple core.
Still... You search for more.
The vultures have already came,
Leaving only putrid stains...
And a few hollowed bones that
might make a nice picture frame...
Copyright © Christina Sample | Year Posted 2017
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