Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2015
does the rotten fruit
mean you're rotting too?

waking up in the afternoon with
the same sour taste in my mouth
painful nights now reduced to
a dull dream, which I slept through

my mind has caved, and my eyes are black
my skin bubbles and my skull is cracked
the fruit on my desk is rotten
drying up, dead, forgotten
and from the rot you can't go back
Kit John Parish
Written by
Kit John Parish  Brighton
(Brighton)   
  923
   acacia, Pax, ---, unknown, Daisy May and 1 other
Please log in to view and add comments on poems