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David Hutton Sep 2017
The walls are thin, too anorexic,
Trembles like an epileptic.
In my echo chamber,
I can hear them stutter.
Inner voices apoplectic.
David Hutton Jul 2017
You see my face and race comes first.
I walk around and I feel cursed.
You greet me with "Ni hao!",
expect me to take a bow?
I filled the bathtub; go in headfirst.
Writing poems is always the best way to let off steam.
David Hutton Jul 2017
Their bodies are in a state of carnage.
Their organs are used as hostage.
External dissection,
internal infection.
Can't move, can't scream, in pain, in *******.
David Hutton Jul 2017
Curtains are drawn, the days shorten.

Outside;
                 the leaves fall,
                                              it's autumn.

Soon I will descend,
nearer to the end.

In the ground, I will be forgotten.
David Hutton Jul 2017
Pulsates a beat to animate.
Weak when there is a slow heart rate.
Within the rib cage,
this is the final stage.
Only time will tell to terminate.
David Hutton Jul 2017
A land abused in disrepair.
The void is empty, not much there.
Appendages torn,
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.
David Hutton Jul 2017
War
Crimson red is all that I see.
Anatomy displayed carefree.
Genealogy,
Human colony.
Say goodbye to your family tree.
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