Jul 2018
i know the taste of rot
the cloying smell
growth of the wrong kind
simple shape turned
grotesque
this isnt the kind of fruit
that can be throw out
i eat what i neglect
the cloying smell
growth of the wrong kind
simple shape turned
grotesque
this isnt the kind of fruit
that can be throw out
i eat what i neglect
day 10 of 31 days of poetry
(24/Non-binary/Ohio)
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