I wonder what will become
of us
when our flesh has abandoned our body
overtaken by the folds of our skin
I wonder what will become
of us
when our entrails will be covered in rot
I wonder,
if trees will bloom out of our chests
or if the dirt will stuff our throats,
and fill our hollow eye sockets.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
I wonder what will become
of us
when our flesh has abandoned our body
overtaken by the folds of our skin
I wonder what will become
of us
when our entrails will be covered in rot
I wonder,
if trees will bloom out of our chests
or if the dirt will stuff our throats,
and fill our hollow eye sockets.
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