it rots inside you like the vile heaps at a garbage dump
decomposing, digesting
no flowers grow from this haunted garden
you use your body’s already limited resources to filter this waste you put into it
straining to process your own gluttony
your weakness
it fills the pristine void
causes your sunken vessel to swell and bloat
it causes what was once clean to become something grotesque
something shameful
something rotten
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC
it rots inside you like the vile heaps at a garbage dump
decomposing, digesting
no flowers grow from this haunted garden
you use your body’s already limited resources to filter this waste you put into it
straining to process your own gluttony
your weakness
it fills the pristine void
causes your sunken vessel to swell and bloat
it causes what was once clean to become something grotesque
something shameful
something rotten
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